All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Genevieve’s POV The hallway stretched before me like a quiet tunnel of dread, cloaked in flickering half-light. The sconces on the stone walls burned low, casting trembling shadows that danced along the corridors. I moved silently, barefoot, the chilled marble biting at my skin as I clutched the warm porcelain cup of tea between my hands. I hadn’t even taken a sip. I’d gone down to the kitchen hoping for something anything to quiet the strange, hollow ache that pulsed inside my chest like a bruise I couldn’t touch.But just as I rounded the corner near André’s study, I froze.Voices low and urgent drifted through the heavy oak door, muffled by thick walls but clear enough to twist the breath from my lungs. “And we’re sure it’s him?” Xander’s voice. Tight. Serious.“The guards at Angelic Moon confirmed it?”A pause. Then André’s voice calmer, but heavy with something that made my stomach twist. “Yes. It’s Tex. He’s alive, but barely. They’re keeping him locked away. Theo’s using him

Theo’s POVThe cell door slammed shut with the deafening finality of thunder cracking through stone, the sound reverberating across the cold, cavernous chamber like the toll of a death knell. Dust stirred from the corners, disturbed by the force of metal grinding against metal. I watched impassively as the guards shoved Tex back into the cell.He stumbled his legs barely holding him before crumpling to his knees like a broken marionette. His shirt was torn down the side, stained with dirt, sweat, and a fresh streak of blood that dripped from a split in his cheek. The fire in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by something quieter. Not submission not yet but fatigue. A hard lesson learned the painful way.He wasn’t the cocky little upstart anymore. He looked younger now. Smaller. Worn thin by pain and consequence.Good.“Leave us,” I ordered, my voice a cold blade in the silence.The guards didn’t speak. They knew better than to ask questions. With obedient nods, they stepped back, boots cr

André’s POVThe moon veiled itself behind thick, rolling clouds, plunging the world into a silvery-black shadow the exact cover we needed.We moved like whispers across the forested border, shadows among shadows. Our breath was low, steady. No words. Only signals, flicks of fingers and nods of heads. The bond between my men and I didn’t require sound. It was forged in blood and fire, tested in wars far worse than this but none as personal.Retrieve Tex. Leave no trace.That was the mission. That was the oath.I led them forward, the rough texture of the hand-drawn map etched into my mind’s eye. I remembered everything every thorn-wrapped tree, every bend in the cliffs, every silent slope behind the Angelic Moon Packhouse. This forest had once known my laughter. My footsteps in training. Now it knew the weight of my vengeance, the silence of a ghost who had returned to take back what was his.We reached the first wall one of many invisible defenses wrapped around the estate.Two guards

Tex’s POVTheo took a few slow steps forward, his boots crunching faintly on the damp, moss-lined stone floor. The sound echoed like a metronome in the dead space of the cell, each step deliberate, each second stretched thin with menace. He didn’t rush. He never did. That was the worst part about Theo how time seemed to obey him, not the other way around. He moved like it bent for his pleasure, like he was the master of it all, and pain was just another instrument he played like a maestro.I lifted my chin, slow and shaking. It took every scrap of strength I had left just to hold my head up, my muscles taut with exhaustion and fire. I could barely breathe past the ache in my chest, the sharp stab of cracked ribs and bruised lungs. My skin stung with every shift, scraped raw by shackles and stone. But I wouldn't lower my gaze. Not for him.Not now.Because I felt something. Something wrong and right at once, like thunder building behind a stone wall. Help was close. It had to be. I cou

Xander’s POV“André?!” My voice cracked against the dungeon walls as I burst through the doorway, too late to stop any of it.Smoke stung my lungs. The room reeked of blood and burning. Stone scorched. Metal twisted. And right there, in the center of it all, André lay crumpled, unmoving, Theo's body laid unmoving beside him, it looked like André didn't plugged his heart right out of his chest.He was slumped against the wall, his chest torn open, cavity gaping wide. Blood glistened in thick, black puddles. His heart was nowhere near his ribs it was across the floor, discarded like meat. A wet thing that still twitched when I looked at it.But André....He lay on his side, body twisted, face slack. His fingers twitched once, then stilled. His blood smeared the floor in thick, curling lines. Not from wounds. From within. His veins were dark. Too dark. And his skin his skin was steaming like something inside him was burning its way out.“Tex?” I dropped to my knees beside them both, hear