All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Wolf Slayer: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

ALINAThe next day, Dr. Sarah finally cleared me for light activity.“Very light,” she emphasized when we were getting ready to leave. “Short walks, gentle stretching, normal daily tasks. No running, no lifting anything heavier than a cup of tea, and absolutely no life-threatening adventures.”“I’ll do my best,” I promised with a cheeky smile.She didn’t look convinced but released me anyway.It felt good to be mobile again, to walk through the pack’s territory without assistance. People greeted me warmly, some even bowing slightly as I passed. It was strange and uncomfortable, but I tried to accept it gracefully.Rory found me in the common area, looking through books in the library.“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking for you. We need to discuss the ceremony.”“Already?” I asked.“Two weeks isn’t much time,” she said, pulling out a notebook. She is unofficially my assignment and secretary and just everything. “Especially for something this important. We need to choose your

ALINAMy scream brought Alexander running from the bathroom., half-dressed, terror in his eyes.“The babies,” I gasped. “Something’s wrong—”The words were barely out of my mouth before he started moving. He picked the phone up, from the way his shoulders were stiff, I knew he was sending a mindlink.I was filled with so much terror that the thought of moving froze me to my spot. Alexander on my side again in the next second, holding my hand, whispering words of assurance in my ears. But I was far gone, whimpering and sobbing and clutching my bump.“Please save my babies.” Was the only thing I could utter.Dr. Sarah was there within minutes. Her professional mask fell when she entered, I saw the look she gave me and it only made me panic more. She shook her head and took off her stethoscope even before she got me. She examined me quickly. I didn’t know if I was the one shaking or what was happening but it looked like her hands were shaking.She stepped back after a while. Her face was

ALEXANDER“Good,” Alina said. “Because I’m going to need you. Today, tomorrow, when these babies arrive and I have no idea what I’m doing—”“We’ll figure it out together,” I interrupted her before she would go on a spiral and start doubting herself again. “That’s what this ceremony means, remember? We’re not alone. We have each other. We have the pack.”She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I can do this.”“You can do this,” I confirmed.A knock on the door announced Rory’s return. “Time,” she said. “Alexander, you need to get to the hall. Alina, we need to get you in position.”I pressed a kiss to Alina’s forehead, careful not to disturb her hair or makeup. “I’ll see you out there.”“You better,” she said, managing a smile. “Don’t make me walk down that aisle for nothing.”“I wouldn’t dream of it.”The ceremonial hall was packed when I arrived. Every member of our pack was present, dressed in their finest. Representatives from six neighboring packs occupied the places of honor nea

ALEXANDERI kept a protective arm around Alina, making sure no one jostled her too roughly, and that she had space to breathe. But I didn't have to worry, the pack was careful with her, mindful of her pregnancy, showing the same protectiveness I felt.“Luna Alina,” one of the visiting Alphas said, approaching us with his mate. “A beautiful ceremony. And a powerful speech. You’ll be good for this pack.”“Thank you,” Alina said graciously. “That means a lot coming from someone with your experience.”I watched her navigate the conversation, deflecting questions she didn’t know how to answer, asking intelligent questions of her own, making connections with these influential visitors. Natural diplomat, just as I’d told her.The evening progressed, food and drink flowing freely. Alina managed to eat a little, though I could tell she was getting tired. The Luna mark would take time to fully settle, and the magical binding was exhausting on top of everything else.“Do you need to sit?” I aske

ALINAI made my way slowly to the bathroom, catching sight of myself in the mirror. The Luna mark on my collarbone had settled into its final pattern, lines spreading like branches, beautiful and permanent. I touched it gently, feeling the slight warmth that indicated it was still integrating with my system.Twenty-four hours ago, I’d stood in front of the entire pack and promised to protect them, guide them, and serve them. I’d felt so certain, so ready.Now, I couldn’t even make it through breakfast without being overwhelmed by everyone else’s feelings.“Fake it till you make it,” I told my reflection. “That’s a thing, right?”My reflection didn’t answer, but one of the twins kicked again, and I chose to interpret that as encouragement.By the time Rory arrived with breakfast, I’d managed to shower, dress in one of the few outfits that still fit, and even braid my hair into something presentable. Small victories.“You look exhausted,” Rory said bluntly, setting the tray on the table