All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Wolf Slayer: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ALINAI paused for a second after Alexander asked the question, trying to read his expression. He didn’t look angry, more like a little curious.Claude had been the one to leave the book here. And with Lisa gone all day and nothing better to do, I’d picked it up out of boredom. That’s the only reason I even started. But somewhere between the first few pages, it pulled me in. Completely. I hadn’t even realized when he walked into the room.My head was spinning, trying to process everything I’d just read. There were scenes I couldn’t even picture properly, acts I hadn’t heard of before. And I’ve read a fair share of steamy novels. But this one? It was something else entirely.Now, being caught with it, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. It’s not like it’s illegal. I mean, I’m twenty plus. That’s old enough, right?I think someone mentioned that it was for twenty one plus. I’ve never picked up anything from that section, so I wouldn’t know. Maybe that’s where this one came from.“I

ALINAJust when everything was finally falling away, when I could forget the world and get lost in Alexander, there was a knock on the door.He groaned, his mouth pulling away from mine, frustration etched deep into his features. His hair was completely tousled from my fingers raking through it, strands falling over his forehead. He leaned forward again, and I held my breath, thinking he might just ignore it. But before anything could happen, a second knock echoed through the room, even louder and more urgent.“Fuck,” he muttered, straightening his shirt with clear annoyance. “I swear, if it’s not life or death, I’m going to kill whoever that is.”Normally, I would’ve laughed at the sheer drama of that, maybe teased him for being so irritated. But this wasn’t one of those empty threats. Knowing Alexander, he meant every word.He turned slightly, eyes dropping to my shoulder. I followed his gaze and realized the strap of my shirt had slipped, exposing more skin than I intended. I pull

ALINA Lisa was borderline hysterical after getting confirmation that the last time Isaiah had been seen was right after he left her place. Alexander’s men had picked him up and no one had heard from him since. She was desperate for answers. I followed her through parts of the house I hadn’t even known existed, struggling to keep up while she hunted down anyone who might know anything. The further we went, the more anxious I got. I kept glancing behind us, scared Alexander would return and find me wandering. That would definitely get me in trouble. I was just about to suggest going back when someone stepped into the kitchen. Lisa had mentioned the staff there were kind, that they’d shared the first piece of information we’d heard about Isaiah. Maybe they could tell us more. As soon as the man walked in, the room went still. All the soft conversation about Isaiah, the speculation, nervous guesses, immediately stopped. Eyes snapped to the doorway. A few people exchanged sharp glance

ALINA His gaze felt like fire on my skin. I should’ve moved. Said something. Demanded he stop looking at me like he wanted to consume me. Like I wasn’t the same girl who’d flinched at the blood on his hands just days ago. But my body wasn’t listening to reason. It never did around him. Alexander stood at the door, unmoving. Watching me. No. Not watching. Stalking. “I asked you a question,” he said, stepping closer. “Where did we stop?” My throat worked around a reply. I didn’t have one. Not really. My chest was tight and my mind was louder than ever, screaming at me to remember the blood on his knuckles. The bodies. The rogues. Even the way he said get out with enough force to have Jane practically tripping over her own feet. He was a monster. A murderer. He was also the only one who made my skin feel too tight, my heart beat in places it shouldn’t, and my knees betray me. He was chaos wrapped in silk. A storm in a tailored suit. And I hated that I was falling f

ALINAAlexander coming into my room like it’s just another part of his day has become an almost daily occurrence. So much that I started looking forward to when the door would bang open and hai huge form will fill the doorway. And when he doesn’t come, I feel disappointment gnawing at the back of my neck. Sometimes we talk. Most times, we don’t. He’ll sit on the couch with his laptop, tapping away at something I never ask about, and I’ll curl up with one of the books he’s bought me. We stay like that until it’s time to eat or until he has to leave. Then he would kiss ms softly. But brief and just enough to make me forget how to breathe. And he’ll be gone almost as soon as he came. He sometimes grunted something like he needed to go while his lips were still pressed against mine.I never let myself believe he said that because he would rather stay here. That would be too much even for me.His kisses. God. Even the smallest peck leaves me dizzy. It doesn’t matter how brief, it still m