บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the rogue Alpha : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CHAPTER TWO: THE MOON BETRAYED MEPower is everything.Such was the law of the Parson Pack. The daughter of a venerable bloodline of wolves, Lady Jaya Victoria Parson knew this truth better than anyone. The media fawned upon her family, commending their strength, their might, their invincibility. But she sensed the rot under that golden mask.Her family was a den of vipers — scheming, vying for favor, willing to shred one another to pieces for the Matriarch’s benison. Victoria had no desire to be queen. She wanted peace, freedom. But fate had other plans.Tonight, the world she knew would burn.A Future Built on LiesVictoria straightened her dress, squinting at her reflection in the mirror. The dark emerald gown hugged her form, graceful and confining at once.“I feel so silly,” she whispered.“It’s just a reunion,” Stacey snorted, lofting a pillow on the bed. “You look fine.”A reunion. Lets just say, more battle-field than field of dreams.Wolves who had married and found their mat

Chapter Four: Pledging Her Mate to a StrangerVictoria didn’t think. She acted.The liquor was coursing through her veins, dulling the fury, the betrayal, the heartbreak.She wanted an escape.And she found it—him.He was tall and muscular, dangerous in a way that made her heart race. His penetrating blue gaze bored into hers, inscrutable, predatory. He was flanked by a half dozen men, all equally foreboding.She didn’t care.She walked directly to him, only just preventing her feet from tripping.“I want you.”The men they were with fell quiet. The air shifted.The stranger lifted an eyebrow, but his face remained as cold, as calculating.“I want to communicate,” she clarified.A man who looked familiar among his friends laughed. “Kenz, talk to her.”Another man pushed him ahead. He barely moved. His posture was unwavering, unyielding — like rock.Then without saying a word, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the group.Victoria’s heart hammered. His touch was warm, a bolt of h

THE COST OF A BAD DECISION Victoria stirred, warmth wrapping around her as she felt the steady rise and fall of Kenzo’s chest beneath her cheek. His smell — dark spice and danger — surrounded her, encased her in something much more addicting than last night’s booze.She allowed herself for a brief moment to believe this was real. That she was meant to be here, knotted in sheets that smelled like him. That unwillingly marooned, that she wasn’t a mistake, a burden no one wanted.Then reality struck her again.She had mated a rogue.She loves this enough that her family would chase her down for thisAnd, even worse… she didn’t regret it.The Morning AfterKenzo moved next to her, his arm snaking around her waist. His breath brushed along the side of her neck, sending a shiver through her. “You’re overthinking everything,” he said, his voice gravelly with sleep.Victoria stiffened. She hadn’t expected to find him still here. She had not expected him to stick around.“What are you not sne

The Cost of a MateKenzo’s fight—Victoria had witnessed She had watched him snap bones with a single blow, run the blade through targets like they were made of paper, move with a merciless efficiency that could only come of a blood-soaked past, but this, this was beyond that. He wasn’t just battling; he was devouring. His aura was inky, suffocating, wrapping around him like another layer of skin, his claws weren’t merely weapons—they were executioners, his movements weren’t merely brutal—they were definitive. And Jason, Jason was going to die.Kenzo’s grip tightened around Jason’s throat, his claws pressing in just enough to puncture skin, his voice — guttural, inhuman, monstrous — rumbled through the air as he spoke, “You took her from me.” Jason’s face was getting red, his hands clawing feebly at Kenzo’s wrist, his mouth was opening, gasping, but no sound came out, his eyes bulged, wide-open, terrified.Victoria knew she had to let him suffer, knew she had to let Jason feel the weig

Blood-bound, Fate-brokenVictoria had always known that her family was cruel. She’d always known her mother to be a calculating woman, one who held power like a knife, sharp and exacting, one who never issued threats — only promises. But standing in that frigid, stifling dungeon, looking at Kenzo shackled against the wall, blood crusted on his skin, his eyes boring into hers with what appeared to be combination rage and resignation, she understood something deeper, something worse.Her mother never meant for her to survive this.“Reject him,” Lady Dana said again, voice even, smooth, unyielding, as though she were asking something as mundane as laying down a broken piece of jewelry, as though she weren’t commanding her own daughter to tear her soul in two.Or we kill him.The words stuck in Victoria’s head, wrapped around her throat like a noose, each syllable tightening, closing off air, closing off thought.Reject him.Reject the one thing she’d ever chosen for herself.Those words