Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Ruthless Wolf Slayer: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ALINALisa was in my room when I opened my eyes.I hadn’t heard her come in. Strange. I always woke when Lucien did. He had a way of filling a room just by existing.“Hi,” she greeted casually. “Good timing.”She was already moving around, tugging open drawers, adjusting hangers, sorting through what looked like chaos to me. Dresses were spread across the bed like they’d exploded out of a fairytale trunk, and the vanity looked like it had been attacked by a storm of makeup and curling irons.I sat up, the comforter slipping down to my lap as I blinked at the mess. “What’s going on?”Nothing in my memory hinted at an event. Rhys hadn’t said a word about anything last night.“You’re having breakfast with the Alpha,” she replied, eyes still scanning the gowns.I stared harder, hoping context would just slap me in the face. “Okay?”Dinner with him had never come with this kind of fanfare. Why now?“Is he hosting something?” I tried again.She shook her head. “No. Just you and him.”Someth

ALINAI didn’t know what scared me more.The heat curling low in my belly or the look in his eyes when he kissed me.It was wild. Consuming. Like he hadn’t just watched me fall apart from his hands alone but still wanted more. Needed more.And the worst part? I kissed him back. Just like the last time. My body took control and acted without my consent. My fingers were still trembling. I felt boneless, like the orgasm had melted something inside me. But when his mouth met mine, all I could think about was how soft his lips were. How demanding his tongue felt as it swept into my mouth like he owned it. Like he owned me.Maybe he did.The kiss was rough and raw and desperate. I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve remembered all the reasons why this was wrong. Why I should hate him. But I didn’t move.I just let him devour me.His hands were everywhere. On my back, gripping my hips, sliding down to cup my ass like he’d been waiting for the chance. He lifted me with so little effort I gasp

ALEXANDER Cassandra’s fingers trailed down my arm in a slow, winding motion, her intent as vivid as daylight shining in those piercing green eyes of hers. A few paces ahead, I could make out Claude, clearly amused by the scene unfolding behind him. Cassandra probably believed she was being inconspicuous or maybe she just didn’t care enough to pretend. Knowing her, I’d put my money on the latter. She was far too calculated to act without purpose. Her mere presence here was loaded with intent. And the last thing I wanted was her anywhere near Alina. That woman was nothing but a storm waiting to be unleashed. Keisha never hid her wants. But Cassandra cloaked her manipulation in charm, weaving her words so precisely that it felt like being coiled into submission just like a serpent luring in its prey. Before you even realized it, she’d have your hands tied without lifting a finger. We had crossed paths many times. Sometimes, she’d come out ahead, not by much, but just enough to k

ALINACassandra’s face remained smooth, emotionless. As if I still wasn’t even worthy of being the dust beneath her stilettos.I told myself I didn’t care what she thought or how she carried herself but I couldn’t stop replaying the moment Alexander claimed me. Claimed me in front of everyone. Not as something hidden or shamed, not a mistress or a toy but as his mate. The rush in my chest was impossible to ignore, my heart pounding like thunder in my ears.That same peculiar ache from the other night returned. That buzz between my thighs, the coil in my belly. It unfurled again, slow and hot, and without even thinking, my gaze found Alexander’s. Like I was silently asking him something I didn’t even understand.Asking for what exactly? I didn’t know. Just that I felt like he did.He was staring straight at me, as if he could read every nerve and pulse in my body.“Can we leave?” Cassandra asked, the bland elegance on her face cracking into a visible scowl.Something sharp and smug fla

ALEXANDERAlina is a dream. She is everything I have ever imagined in a woman.Does it hurt not being able to have her the way I want? Yes, so fucking much. But it’s for her own good. I’m waiting for her to remember the night we shared. She was drunk and I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly, but I remember everything. I expect her to recall it soon. Lycans have excellent memory too.I’ve been forcing myself to stay away from her since I let myself succumb to her charm a wee ago. Because whenever she’s near, all I can think about is devouring her. Showing her the dirty things that would ruin any bit of innocence she’s still holding onto.Patience. I remind myself as I open the door to the dining hall.Cassandra finds a seat across from Claude, which puts her usual spot to my right. The moment she sees Alina seated beside me, her lips tighten. But she doesn’t react, doesn’t make a scene. That’s how she is, always composed.“Darling, excuse me.” I smile at her, standing beside her chair wit