All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Wolf Slayer: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ALINA The music ends and another one starts, also taking a slow tone so we didn’t even break our stride. I was watching Alexander, waiting for him to start, or rather, continue talking. In the meantime, I busied myself with looking around me. Seeing the faces of the people around us, some were also immersed in conversation as they swayed slowly to the beats. Others were quiet. A woman was resting her head on the shoulder of the man who had his arms around her. She had a relaxed look on her face. Like she was in the best place in the world. I wondered what that would feel like. I peeled my eyes away from the others and focused on Alexander, who was watching me expectantly. “I have nothing to offer them. Why are they taking an interest in me now?” I asked, my eyebrows coming together. “That is what I am trying to find out too.” Alexander said. Without turning, he tilts his head to his right slightly, I would have missed it if I wasn't watching him closely. “Can you see that

ALEXANDERThe door banged shut and not even a second later, I found Claude standing in front of him, his face a mask of annoyance with little hints of gentleness.“You’re seriously not going to just sit here, Alexander. You have a pack to run.” He said the words he has been speaking for the past week.It didn’t matter how much I ignored him or yelled at him to get the fuck out, he always comes back like he doesn’t have anything better to do. If it bothers him so damn much, he could run the back for all I fucking cared.After calling my name multiple times, he found a place to sit on the bed.“This is really what you want to do?” I could hear the frustration in his voice, I just couldn’t bring myself to care. “Lying down and moping isn’t going to bring Alina back. But if you get off your ass, you might be able to find her.”“And what good will that do?!” I snapped, I was tired of hearing him talk about finding her. Like it was going to help the fact that she is dead. That I killed her

ALEXANDERThe sky was dark and the house was quiet when I finally came back to it. After making the vow to get rid of the people who did this to Alina, I passed out.Bubbling bloodlust made me call an emergency meeting in the pack hall. We were going to war and my people needed to know it. The silence in the hall is too loud. So quiet but I could barely hear myself over the thudding of my heart in my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I was like this. So out of touch with everything. Now, addressing the pack felt like a chore I would rather pass on to literally anyone than do myself.The reminder that Alina was in the crowd the last time we did this made my heart stutter a little.I cleared my throat and reminded myself I was an alpha first. And these people risk their lives at every point for me. They deserved a leader that would be present and stand for them. Just like they would for me.“I-I…” the scent of blood filled my nostrils, forcing my eyes wide.A loud scream broke o

ALEXANDERThe smell of stale smoke, cheap beer, and piss soaked into wood that hadn’t been scrubbed in years was what hit first. The air was thick, humid, buzzing with flies circling empty glasses left on tables.If I thought the outside was bad, this was a lot worse. And I knew there was no way I would have ever been here.My eyes drifted up to the creaking ceiling fan. It was on its last leg from the sound of it. There was grime on every surface, a stickiness under my boots that tugged when I walked. I wondered just how people were still coming and walking out of the place like everything was normal.Claude wrinkled his nose, muttering under his breath, “What the hell are we doing in a place like this?”“This is the only place he would agree to meet us. It’s a neutral ground.” Killian didn’t look at him, just kept moving toward a table in the corner. He moved like he belonged anywhere, even in a shithole like this.“Couldn’t he have found a cleaner neutral ground?” I asked, stepping

ALEXANDERWe headed to Killian’s pack since we were closer and he still had more people to meet.“My contacts are scared of you. No one would dare come to your territory or anywhere marked by you.” He’d said when I tried to suggest we go back to the pack house.“And I would rather eat my own shit than go back to that horrid middle ground place.” Claude piped in before he would suggest that.So after a two minute yelling match between them, we finally agreed to go to his place.Killian’s pack is probably what heaven looks like to Dracula. The buildings were ancient, and everywhere was so fucking dark for some reason. The decor looked like it had been there since the dawn of time.“Why do I keep forgetting your house is a goth girl’s wet dream.” Claude muttered under his breath as the man did all of his secret checks.He was paranoid as hell, and though the place looked like it still lived in the medieval times, the security was top notch. Perhaps, the only modern thing about the house.