All Chapters of Claimed By The Big Bad Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The room was dim again. That same suffocating silence hung thick in the air, and the sheets beneath me felt like they belonged to someone else’s bed—foreign, stiff, cold. I didn’t even remember coming back. My body ached in places I didn’t think could ache, and my head was still spinning like it hadn’t stopped moving with the storm I’d unleashed.I felt like a ragged doll. Limbs heavy, breath shallow, skin too tight.The sound of the door slamming shut jolted me out of the fog, and I turned my head—slow, like it took effort just to lift it—and there he was.Damian. He looked aghast and I felt somewhat proud that I did that to him.His jaw was clenched so tight the muscle ticked at the side of his face. His hands were balled into fists. His eyes weren’t the mocking ones from earlier. They were darker now. Wilder. Angry.“You’re done playing with power you can’t control,” he ground out, storming toward me.I barely had time to move before I felt it—cold metal snapping around my wrist wi

Damian’s voice, low and steady, cut through the heavy silence. "Coming or not?"I didn't respond immediately, my thoughts tangled with the weight of what had just happened. The chains were gone, but the fear that had bound me was still there. He was right in one thing: I wasn't in control. Not of myself, not of anything. But somehow, something inside me still rebelled against the idea of following him, of letting him have that power over me.But the way he looked at me, the way his gaze held something deeper, something older than I could understand, drew me in like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t help it.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing the wrist that had been shackled for what felt like an eternity. It was sore, still tender from the way the cuff had bitten into my skin, but the ache was almost comforting. It reminded me of the brief moments when I’d felt like I had control, when I’d been able to break free of whatever he wanted me to be.Damian didn’t wait for me to

It has been a few days since I started the training with Damian and I have to say, it's an unpleasant encounter I do not look forward to each day but I have to ... that is if i want to have any hope of leaving this hellhole.I was beginning to get used to the palace now. .Kind of...at least the last floor. I knew every corridor and every turns and corners of this floor. I knew the deserted area, where the silence pressed heavier. But even with that familiarity, this place still felt...cold. Not the kind of cold that came from stone walls or long, dark nights. No. This was the kind that sank into your chest and made you feel like something was missing— that kind of coldness that nestle in your heart making you realize how lonely you really are.Aside from Damian, there were others. Maids. Guards. People who walked like shadows and didn’t speak unless absolutely necessary. Damian had warned—no, commanded—that I keep my distance from them. Said they were under strict instruction not to e

The door to the training ground opened with a creak.Footsteps clicked softly behind me. Not heavy like Damian’s. These were light. Controlled. And a smell oddly familiar fill the room in a way that made my stomach churn.I turned my head, and ice rushed through my veins.Her.The woman with the cat-like and haunting eyes. The same one who’d deceived me by possessing Alisha's face. Who told me Tristan was waiting. Who lured me straight into Damian’s waiting hands.I shot to my feet, rage flaring like a firestorm inside me. “You!”Her lips curled in a sly way that makes me what to rip it off her face.“What the hell is she doing here?” I snapped, turning to Damian who stood in the corner, barely acknowledging the anger in my tone.“She has a name,” he said blandly. “Esander.”My jaw clenched so hard I felt it in my temples.“She’s here to continue your training,” Damian said, stepping forward at last. “While Ill be temporarily occupied...with other things.”“No,” I growled, voice cracki

The gates of Eldorin loomed tall, cruel, and untouched by time—like the cold memories that still clung to its stones.Tristan stood before them, the wind tugging at the edge of his cloak, the weight of his past pressing into his shoulders like invisible chains. Ten years. Ten long years since he last crossed this threshold. And now… he returned not as the boy everyone scorned, but as a man. An Alpha.His jaw tightened.This wasn’t a homecoming. He wasn't here for sentiment or the lies dressed up in gold. He was here on a mission. One with urgency.Behind him, three of his best warriors waited silently, their eyes sharp, sensing the tension in their Alpha’s posture. But they said nothing. They knew. Everyone who’d ever served under him knew there were places he carried like scars—and Eldorin was the deepest of them all.He didn’t glance at the decorations lining the walkways. The banners, the musicians, the guards standing in precision… all of it a charade. A staged welcome for the “Fi