All Chapters of The Alpha's Claim : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JASMINEThe morning light poured through the tall windows of my chamber, soft and golden, gilding the polished marble floors and the silk curtains that whispered against the walls with every breeze. The air smelled of fresh bread, honey, and spiced tea.A quiet knock sounded, if not for my sharp hearing, I wouldn't have heard it. A servant entered, her head bowed, placing a silver tray on the low onyx table.Finally! Breakfast. Warm pastries fresh from the oven, ripe fruit, smoked meats. I wasn’t sure I could stomach this with the weight in my chest.Sloane sat up, bleary-eyed. “About time. I was about to chew my own arm off.”She picks up a warm bread, mumbling and grumbling something about starving us. But I barely heard her.My ears had picked up something else.The rhythmic clicking of heels on marble floor. The steps was slow and steady, Confident even. Someone who had power was coming, but the question is....Is she a friend or foe.Sloane froze mid-bite as she noticed the foot

JASMINE The North Wing library was nothing short of magnificent. Shelves of polished ebony wood stretched from floor to ceiling, cradling tomes that smelled of ink, dust, and time itself. Arched windows bathed the room in golden light, and the faint crackle of a fire from the hearth kept the chill at bay. If the north wing didn't have a library, I would've gone crazy. Lucien made sure we had no access to electricity. I'm very much sure that he doesn't want me to call daisy and warn her. I ran my fingers over the spines of ancient books, their titles embossed in silver, gold, or faded lettering that time had almost devoured. To me these are answers. Answers to my questions which are very much needed right now. Answers about this place. About Lucien's strong hatred for the D'Arvenzi's. About his weird distaste for me, his mate. I pulled a heavy volume from the shelf. "Chronicles of House Malvore: Bloodlines and Betrayals." The book fell open as if it wanted to be read, pag

JASMINE" I hate that there's no TV here" I say" Or phone and maybe internet " Sloane whispers." Maybe I can ask Xavier to install at least a one of them so we can catch up on love island and distract ourselves with Diego's muscles" I wiggle my brows at her." That would be nice " She says almost inaudibly giving me a weak smile.Sloane wasn’t herself anymore. She hadn’t been since the confrontation between she and Xavier when we were still in the infirmary, Ever since the moment she whispered rejection to the one fate chose for her, she had slowly withdrawn herself. She has now drifted from reality. She is now Quieter like a graveyard and Unfocused like a baby learning calculus. Sometimes she feel like a boat floating in the stormy sea without an anchor.Slowly, The girl who used to dance barefoot to music blasting from my cracked phone speakers now stared blankly at her untouched breakfast. Her eyes were always distant, even when she was sitting right beside me. The worse part a

LUCIEN It had been a week. Seven excruciating, dragging days since I last saw her up close, since the confrontation outside the East Wing where I told Jasmine, You are not my Alpha female. An informal rejection. I thought it would bring me some peace, Distance or Detachment. But I had only managed to shatter something inside both of us, and still, I couldn’t stop watching her. She haunted these halls like sunlight slipping through storm clouds,warm, defiant and untouchable. And worst of all? She seemed... fine?. Even when I had paraded with that ex fiance of mine to make her feel at fraction of my pains, she still moved around like she wasn't just rejected by her mate. Jasmine still smiled when she passed the guards. Now that she left the North wing daily, she Trained with Xavier’s elite like she belonged there. Spent entire afternoons in the North Wing’s library as though she hadn’t just been rejected by the man fate tied her soul to. She wore grace like armor. And me? I

LUCIENFifteen days.Fifteen days since I rejected her as my Alpha female. Jasmine hadn’t come to see me once to complain or try to work things together.Not a glance or a word. Not even a whisper of her presence near my floor. Maybe it's because I've forbidden her name from being spoken in the East wing.Her lack of care for our future shouldn't have mattered to me. It shouldn't be getting under my skin.But it did.And everyday without her I feel like I'm fucking insane.Because every day she didn’t come back to me, every hour she didn’t confront me, i wondered if I’d cut deeper than I intended.And maybe I wanted her to bleed.Maybe I wanted her to fight for the title she claimed she didn’t want.Instead, I got silence.She gave me exactly what I asked for. And somehow, it felt like punishment.The knock on my door was delicate and sharp. My wolf immediately perked up, his ears pulled back, growling with subtle ferality.I didn't need to smell the wolf to know who it was at the doo