All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Wolf Slayer: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ALINAThe morning after my conversation with Claude, I was still in my room finishing breakfast alone when I heard a knock. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so when Claude stepped inside, I blinked at him in surprise.“Hi,” I said, tilting my head. “Is everything okay?”I’d been in the closet just moments earlier, rummaging through clothes without much thought. Now I stood in tights and an oversized t-shirt, my hair scraped into a messy bun that I hadn’t even bothered to smooth.He smiled faintly, his hand hidden behind his back. “Everything’s fine. I just came to show you something.”Curiosity pulled me forward. “What is it?”He revealed a small folded piece of paper and handed it to me.I took it carefully, glancing at him once before lowering my eyes to read. At first, I didn’t understand what I was looking at. The words blurred a little, so I read slowly, my mind catching each sentence like a cautious fisherman pulling in a net. But then I saw the phrase: has been given provisional admi

ALINAGoing to school every day was like stepping into someone else’s dream. Only it was mine, and I was wide awake.The hallways smelled faintly of mixed scents and sweat. Sunlight streamed across polished floors, and laughter drifted from clusters of students who didn’t look twice at me. It was everything I’d once thought was impossible, chaotic and safe. Yet somehow, it was intoxicating.Three days. That was all it had been, and yet the high hadn’t faded. If someone told me the world was made of unicorns and rainbows, I’d probably nod and smile like a fool. That’s how light I felt.My lips kept tugging upward without my permission. I’d caught myself grinning at nothing, and I was sure at least a few people had already decided I was crazy.But no one had tried to bother me. No sideways shoves, no whispered names, no cruel stares. Most of them didn’t even register that I existed and that was the most beautiful gift of all.I hadn’t seen Alexander in those three days either. At first,

ALINAI couldn’t tell if Alexander’s question was rhetorical, so I kept my mouth shut. I felt small, like prey caught in a predator’s gaze. But then his fingers squeezed into my waist firmly urging me to answer. My brain fumbled, like it had forgotten how to string thoughts together.“I—I don’t know.” The first words that stumbled out sounded clumsy. “Claude said I needed security.”“Claude, hmm.” His tone carried a weight I couldn’t quite decipher, but happiness wasn’t anywhere near it. If anything, there was a sharp undertone of displeasure, maybe even jealousy. I almost laughed at that.To be jealous, he had to like me beyond someone he saw as his possession.“So Claude tells you what to do now?”My head snapped side to side before he even finished. My instincts screamed a warning. Possessiveness had always been Alexander’s sharpest edges. He shouldn’t even care what I did, yet here he was. If he hadn’t discovered I was going out to school, he wouldn’t even be sitting here with me

ALINAI thought for sure Alexander would be waiting for me when I got home. I expected him to be sitting in the shadows of the foyer, that cold gaze ready to strip me bare and demand every detail of my day. But he didn’t show. Not when I walked in, not through dinner, not even when the house settled into silence.It hit me slowly, a little ache I didn’t want to name. Disappointment. And then the sting of shame for even feeling that. I had given myself too much credit, thinking he cared enough to confront me. The truth was simpler. He didn’t care what I did, not really. What mattered was how I looked to the world, as his possession, his claim.He had branded me without words. Whether that made me his slave or his plaything didn’t matter. I was his, tucked neatly under his roof, bound by his rules. The safest thing I could do was remember my place.Not that I intended to cause trouble. Every bone in my body knew I needed to get out of here. Keeping my head down, avoiding unnecessary eyes

ALEXANDERThe hall was so quiet that even a mortal could have heard the faint scrape of cloth against wood, the uneven breaths caught in throats. With Lycan hearing, the silence pressed sharper, every sound magnified, brittle as glass.The air itself seemed weighted, pressing down on every shoulder until backs bent and eyes lowered. They all knew what it meant when I summoned them like this. I never wasted their time with pleasantries. I only called the pack to the throne room when something had already gone wrong or when something even worse was about to.Tonight, it was the latter.I sat in my father’s throne, the towering seat carved from heavy wood and iron was cold beneath my palms. I had despised this thing as a child. Even now, its stiff angles dug into my arms, a reminder of the tyrant who had sat here before me. But I used it anyway. Because every time I sat here, the pack was reminded that he was gone, and I was not.My jaw clenched. I hated surprises. I hated miscalculation