All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Wolf Slayer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALINAI felt like a trophy on Alexander’s arm. A glittering , but hollow ornament that was constantly on display. And there’s nothing flattering about being admired like a possession.The dress I wore clung to me like it knew every inch of my body. His single nod when I came out told me it was approved.Of course he liked it. Everything he chose fit too perfectly, like it was molded onto my skin. And it probably was. A few days after we arrived, a woman with an expression carved from stone had marched in and taken my measurements in silence. She didn’t acknowledge me once. She returned only once after that, long enough for her glare to strip any illusion I had that she might be a possible friend.She looked close to my age, maybe a bit older, but there was no warmth in her gaze. Only silent judgment and tightly coiled disdain. I’d stupidly assumed we could talk. That maybe there was some kind of shared solidarity. But two visits and two contemptuous looks later, I let that naive hope

ALEXANDERHeat coiled tight in my chest as I stalked away from where Keisha stood, pretending she hadn’t just crossed every line.I could practically hear Claude’s smug voice in my head, that annoying laugh that always meant he was right.“Rule number one of a friends with benefits arrangement? Don’t do it with someone in your circle,” he’d said, eyes raised in mock warning, the day he walked in on her on her knees in front of me in my office.I’d brushed him off back then. Told him he was being dramatic. We weren’t even friends. She was just my associate’s wife who happened to be good with her mouth. It meant nothing. At least, on my end.I should’ve shut it down the moment it started. Definitely before she left her husband, moved across continents, and clung to the fantasy that there was something real between us.I didn’t catch the signs. Claude did, of course. The observant bastard always did.“She’s basically moved in,” he muttered one day. I’d waved him off, but the comment stuc

ALINA“Come on, Princess . We’re leaving,” Kilian said, giving me the distraction I needed to look away from Alexander and hide the weight behind my eyes.He curled a finger in a beckoning motion, voice calm, almost teasing. Princess let out a breath, sharp and annoyed. From her reaction, I doubted she was a slave. But when she opened her mouth to speak, it became clear she either had a death wish or wasn’t one at all.“You don’t tell me what to do, asshole,” she snapped, glaring at him.I flinched, fully expecting Kilian to snap her neck or slice her open where she stood. That was how high ranking men dealt with defiance from people they considered beneath them.“Behave,” he said instead, tone unbothered, like she was nothing more than a fly buzzing around his head.“Fuck you,” she sang, lifting her middle finger for emphasis.I wasn’t sure that needed any clarification, but she seemed determined to make it crystal clear.He chuckled, shaking his head. I waited for something more tha

ALEXANDERI hadn’t gone far when the sound of leaves rustling reached my ears again, closer this time, clumsy and panicked, like someone retreating in a hurry.Not a chance.I paused, eyes scanning the trees, listening closely. Once I pinned down the direction, I moved silently toward it, careful with every step. And then I saw him. The scrawny wolf who had the audacity to trespass. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Just what I needed, a little carnage to drown out the mess of emotions that girl stirred in me.The wolf finally froze, sensing he wasn’t alone. His fear hit my nose like a wave, irritating the monster inside me. But it also excited him. It made him want to play.I didn’t rush. He was close enough to understand there was no escape. He could either accept his fate and die quickly, or make things worse for himself. I’d be more than happy to show him what pain truly felt like.“I don’t want any trouble,” he said, turning with trembling hands raised in surrender.He loo

ALEXANDERI was in a foul mood when I got home. No real reason, just a simmering rage that wouldn’t leave me. It didn’t help that Claude was already there, waiting outside the door like a smug little bastard, arms folded and a knowing smirk on his irritating face.This was why I preferred being at war. When we were at war, Claude actually behaved like someone with purpose. When he was bored, though? He turned into a goddamn pest. All smirks and jabs and questions I had no patience for.But during war? He was different. Focused. Brilliant. His mind constantly working through strategies, his instincts sharp and on point.“So, I heard from a little birdie that you were seen around the west side,” he said casually.I didn’t respond. I just grumbled and made my way to my office, desperate to distract myself with anything that didn’t involve thinking about what had happened earlier or the woman who had managed to completely unhinge my world without even trying.Claude followed, of course. L