All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Hours blurred into something dreamlike. The sun had risen and set, shadows crawling across the forest floor while Aria and Kieran lost themselves to the relentless rhythm of her heat. Food came and went, left discreetly at the edge of the clearing. Each time Kieran made her eat, she pouted, trembling with the raw need that hadn’t let her rest. But eventually, as dawn crept once more across the canopy, a shift came.The ache was gone.Aria lay against Kieran’s chest, utterly spent. Every muscle in her body hummed with exhaustion, yet the unbearable fire had finally dulled into a deep, steady calm. She felt grounded again, her pulse steady, her lungs filling with something more than gasps and moans. Relief swept through her like cool water.Kieran stroked damp strands of hair from her face, his golden eyes softer than she’d ever seen them. He bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You were perfect, Velari. My Luna.”Her throat tightened. His voice carried no Alpha-command, no ritual

Life after the ceremonies didn’t return to normal, if such a thing existed anymore.Everywhere Aria went in the packhouse, eyes followed her. Not unkindly, but full of expectation. Wolves who had once bowed their heads respectfully now looked at her belly first, then at her face, as though they might see signs of new life written there already. Some whispered, some smiled knowingly, some even dared to congratulate her preemptively.At first, she tried to ignore it. But the weight of all those watchful gazes pressed down on her shoulders like a mantle she couldn’t take off.One afternoon, when Mira brought her a plate of bread and honey, Aria blurted, “Do they all expect me to just… start glowing overnight?”Mira arched one of her sharp brows, her expression equal parts sympathy and steel. “They expect miracles. Wolves always do.” She set the plate down and cupped Aria’s cheek. “But miracles take time, Luna. Don’t let them make you feel less than.”So Aria did what she had always done

The phone rang once before Kieran snatched it up.“Kieran—” Lena’s voice cracked, frantic and breathless. “It’s Aria. I—I can’t find her. She went to the bathroom during intermission, and she never came back. We’ve searched everywhere—she’s gone.”For a heartbeat, everything inside him went still. The study, the world, the city itself—all of it blurred.Then the Alpha inside him roared awake.“Where’s Nyah?” His voice was already low, lethal. He was moving as he spoke, one hand dragging his jacket off the chair, the other closing around the keys to the SUV.“She’s searching backstage. The warriors are sweeping the streets, but—” Lena’s voice cracked again. “Kieran, I can feel it. Something’s wrong.”“I’m coming.” His voice was a growl, dark as thunder. “Keep the others inside and safe. Don’t let anyone else disappear.”He didn’t wait for her reply. He ended the call with a slam that rattled the desk, then stalked out of the study.Odin, his wolf snarled inside his chest, claws raking,

The bond was too quiet.That was what terrified her most.Aria woke to the echo of her own scream. The room was still dark, her body slick with sweat, the sheets tangled around her legs. Kieran’s scent clung to the pillows—earth, pine, and the faint spice of his skin—but there was no heartbeat pulsing beneath it. No answering thrum of his soul in her chest.The mate bond always hummed in the background, a subtle warmth like sunlight on skin. But now? It was faint. Flickering.She threw the covers off and stumbled out of bed, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. *Something’s wrong. Something’s happened to him.*The door flew open before she reached it. Rafe stood there, his shirt half-buttoned, his face carved with panic.“Aria—”She didn’t let him finish. “Where is he?”Rafe swallowed hard. “We don’t know. Lena just called. He left the estate last night after your call. He was already gone before we could stop him.”Aria’s breath caught. “He *knew* I was missing.”“Lena said you were t

The world smelled of ash and iron.Kieran sat slumped in the chair of his office, shirt torn, bandages stark against his skin where the silver had burned through. The healers had spent the night forcing poison from his veins, but the pain wasn’t what haunted him. It was the memory — the smell of wolfsbane, the bite of chains, and Damien’s voice echoing from the shadows.Rafe paced near the fireplace, his jaw tight, while Thorne stood by the window, arms crossed, silent as stone. The packhouse was quieter than it had ever been. Even the warriors outside spoke in hushed tones, waiting for orders. Everyone knew what had happened. Everyone was afraid of what would come next.Only Aria’s presence kept him tethered.She sat curled on the sofa, her face pale, her eyes red from exhaustion. She hadn’t left his side once since they’d dragged him from that gods-forsaken warehouse. Every time he’d drifted toward unconsciousness, he’d felt her magic — warm and steady — holding him there, reminding