Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Big Bad Alpha : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Jessica LewisThe scream tore from my throat as the last tendrils of fire raged through my veins, a white-hot agony so consuming I thought it would split me apart. And then—It stopped.The darkness shattered like glass.My body jerked violently, the force of it enough to knock the air from my lungs. My eyes snapped open, my vision blurring as I gasped, sucking in a ragged breath. The scent of blood was thick, clinging to my skin, my tongue—I choked, my chest heaving as I tried to sit up. My muscles trembled, weak and unsteady, my entire body wracked with the lingering remnants of pain. My fingers clenched at the sheets beneath me, a cold sweat breaking over my skin.Sheets.Bed.My mind reeled, struggling to catch up. I wasn’t in that dark, twisted place anymore.I was here.In Tristan’s room.Alive.My breaths came fast and shallow, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it might break free from my chest. A deep voice shattered the haze around me, rough with desperation."Jessica.

The moon hung high over the pack’s stronghold, casting an eerie glow over the vast gathering of wolves assembled before the towering stone dais. Hundreds—no, thousands—stood shoulder to shoulder, stretching across the training grounds in a sea of bodies. Warriors, enforcers, elders, and even the youngest members of the pack had been summoned. No one had dared disobey.Because when their Alpha called, they answered.And tonight, Tristan was furious.He stood at the highest point of the dais, a dark, menacing figure against the night sky. His golden eyes burned with an intensity that made even the strongest warriors shift uneasily. His presence alone commanded silence, yet the air was charged with tension—anticipation laced with fear.Tristan let the silence stretch, let it crawl under their skin, let them feel his wrath before he even spoke.Then, finally—“Tell me,” he said, his voice quiet but slicing through the air like a blade, “when did my pack become filled with traitors?”A rip

The first thing I felt was warmth.Not the comfort of blankets wrapped around me, nor the familiar heat of Tristan’s presence beside me—but the gentle embrace of sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains. The second thing I felt was movement.Soft murmurs. The quiet rustling of fabric. And then… hands.I jolted awake, eyes flying open to find a small group of women surrounding my bed—omegas, their heads slightly bowed, their expressions carefully neutral but determined.“It is time, Luna,” one of them said, her voice soft but firm.I blinked, still groggy. “Time for what?”“For your purification.”Before I could process the words, they moved in perfect sync, peeling back the covers and guiding me out of bed with an efficiency that made it clear they had done this before. I barely had time to catch my breath before I was led across the room, past the grand windows that overlooked the pack grounds, and into an adjoining chamber.The moment I stepped inside, the scent hit me first.La

Tristan stood tall before the pack, his presence commanding, his golden eyes burning with authority. The air was thick with tension, the echoes of battle still fresh in everyone’s minds. The scent of blood clung to the ground, but the fight was over. Now, only silence remained—waiting for his word.When he spoke, his voice was unwavering, cutting through the night like steel.“For centuries, we have built a reputation as the strongest pack in the Eastern territory… in the whole region.” His gaze swept over the crowd, fierce and unrelenting. “We are feared. Respected. Unchallenged. And yet, there are those who dare to test our strength.”A low growl rippled through the gathered wolves, their rage simmering beneath the surface.Tristan didn’t pause. “They think they can shake us. They think they can break us. They are wrong.”His voice rang with power, echoing against the towering trees surrounding the clearing.“We are not weak. We are not preys. We are the hunters. The warriors. The w

The sound of laughter filled the air, light and sweet, like a melody I never wanted to end. Tiny hands tugged at my fingers, and I let them pull me along, weaving between the scattered toys on the ground. The orphanage had become my sanctuary, a place where the weight on my shoulders felt a little lighter. Ever since my first visit last week, I had found myself returning almost every day, drawn in by the innocent joy of the children.“Jessica, come play with us!” A little girl named Elara beamed up at me, her bright brown eyes filled with excitement. She was one of the more reserved children when I first met her, but now she clung to me with the kind of trust that warmed my heart.“I’m coming!” I laughed, letting myself be dragged into their game. It was a simple one—tag—but the sheer enthusiasm in their faces made it feel like the most important thing in the world.I darted forward, reaching out to tap one of the boys, but suddenly, the world swayed beneath my feet. A dizzy spell hit