All Chapters of Claimed By The Big Bad Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The room was thick with tension, my pulse pounding in my ears as I processed Elara’s words. My mind spun, grasping for some logical explanation, some way to undo what I had just learned. But there was no undoing this. No denying it.A sharp knock on the door shattered the heavy silence.Before I could react, the door swung open with force, revealing Tristan. His golden eyes burned with barely contained fury, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he had run all the way here. The weight of his gaze settled on me first, searching, assessing, before flicking to Elara with something close to accusation.“You told me she was hurt,” he stated, voice low and dangerous.Elara, completely unfazed, smiled mischievously. “I did.”I turned to her in shock. “You—?”Her gaze didn’t waver. “You needed him here, even if you didn’t realize it.”Tristan’s hand clenched at his side, his patience clearly wearing thin. “What’s going on?”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Elara was just… explaining som

The first thing I noticed wasn’t the light—it was the sound.A thousand things, all at once.The chirp of a bird far beyond the window. The flutter of its wings as it took flight. The distant creak of a branch swaying under the weight of the wind. The rhythm of breath—his breath—Tristan’s, slow but uneven, catching in his chest like he was holding something back.Every sound pressed against me, impossibly loud, sharp, alive.My eyes were closed, yet I could see the outline of the world in my mind. I could feel the dust particles dancing through the air. My skin prickled, but not from cold. From awareness. The kind that settled into your bones and refused to leave.I took a breath.Scents rushed in like a flood. Cedarwood. Leather. Rain. Tristan. His scent was embedded in the floorboards, the sheets, the very walls. But beneath it, there was something else. Something pure. Ancient. Wild.I opened my eyes—and the world burst open.Everything was too bright. Too sharp. The sun filtered t

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

I had no idea how long it had been. Hours, days, weeks—they all bled together in this place where time didn’t exist. The light never changed. The cold stone walls were always the same, and the air always carried the same thick, decaying scent of dark magic and death.My body was breaking. Slowly, painfully. Each bruise Damian left felt like another piece of my spirit shattering. He came every day. Every single day...and I'll say something to tick him off and he'll hurt me, each time. It's been days,I didn’t have to count—I could feel it in the aching weight of my bones, the way fresh bruises layered over old ones like they were trying to carve his signature into my skin. I huddled in the corner now, knees drawn to my chest. My clothes were torn, stained from days of being pressed against the filthy floor, and my hair was tangled beyond reason. I haven't felt Tristan and I bond since I was brought here. It was like everything disappeared and I couldn't even reach to him. Damien had me

Light hit me first.Not the warm kind. No. This one was harsh, way too bright after God-knows how long in the dark. It made my eyes squeeze shut before I even realized I was awake. I groaned, turning my face away like that would help—but it didn’t.Everything ached. Literally everything. My shoulders, my back, even the spaces between my fingers. Like I’d been dragged through hell and spat back out. I tried to shift, and that’s when I noticed it—softness. A bed. Actual sheets. A pillow.That didn’t make sense.I blinked through the haze, trying to sit up. Bad idea. My body felt like it had been trampled by a herd of wolves. Twice.The room was quiet. Way too quiet. Cream walls, a transparent glass window, sunlight streaming through it like it owned the place. No bars. No blood. No Damien.But he’d brought me here. I remembered that. His voice. His grip. That cruel smirk like he’d won something. And now, what—he puts me on a damn bed like some princess in a cursed tower?Hell no.The do