บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Chapter 112A day before the Blood MoonPrese POVAfter Arlene the stranger in the Dark already talked about the traitor in our midst, the elders, the soldiers, the Wereraven, the Werewolf, the Werefox, the Wereshark and the remaining districts were all in dismay. It looked as if the end of Greko pack was near. It felt like there was no solution or anything to hold it down.I felt thirsty a little after Arlene disappeared into the thin air. I ordered one of the servants assigned to Alpha Lyran to bring me chilled water. After I drank it I felt relieved for a while. I had met many scary things already. My hands still shook.Will this be the end of me? Will this be the end of Greko pack? Will Alpha Lyran change because of the prophecy?I asked myself these questions, and I knew I needed answers and solutions. If Remi and Berra were truly alive after they resurrected with dark magic, then we had a real problem. This time I might be the one to face it with no one by my side.I walked to A

Chapter 114The Land of ShadowsAlpha Lyran POVThe darkness pulled me down like water. My arms locked around Prese, refusing to let go. I could feel her shaking, her breath weak, her body heavy against mine.We fell and fell, with no ground beneath us, no sky above us. Only a hollow voice kept echoing.“Alpha,” Berra whispered through her lips. “You followed me into my trap. You are inside my world now.”“Shut your mouth,” I growled. “You’re not strong enough to keep us here.”“Oh, but I am,” Berra’s voice said. “This land belongs to me. Every stone, every shadow, every whisper—you will fight until your spirit breaks.”The fall stopped suddenly. My body slammed against hard rock, sharp edges cutting into my back. I gritted my teeth, holding Prese tighter so she didn’t hit the ground.I stood, looking around.The land was strange. The ground was black stone, cracked like broken glass. A red fog covered the air, thick and bitter in my throat. The sky above us wasn’t a sky at all, but a

Chapter 116Blood Moon RiseRemi POVThe night waiting for me was a very tough one to handle, the Blood Moon was very high above the forest, swollen and red, and bleeding across the sky like a wound. It was the sign I had been waiting for. My claws twitched, and for a while my breath came in sharp bursts, and my chest was alive with hunger.This was not just a night of hunting. This was the night end Greko Pack, and feast on anyone that comes out ways.The Greko Pack would fall, and I, Remi, would be the one to burn them to ash.I stood on the black ridge above the valley, the Greko Pack’s stronghold below me. Their houses sat quiet under the glow of the Blood Moon, the guards half-distracted, the children asleep, the warriors believing themselves safe. They thought their Alpha would protect them, but Lyran was gone. And Luna Prese was gone too. They had no shield.Only prey, i smiled, looking sharp and cruel. “Tonight, I will make Greko Pack no more, I screamed.”Behind me, the gat

Chapter 118The Ashes of Greko Pack Alpha Lyran & Luna Prese’s POVPrese’s POVLyran’s arms were still tight around me. His breath warmed the side of my neck, rough and uneven, but steady enough to remind me he was alive. After Berra's Dark magic left us the world outside us was silent except for the faint crack of embers dying in the distance. For a moment, it felt like we were safe for now.But I knew it was only a moment, and we have to see what Remi and others has prepared, just exactly as Berra said.I drew back slightly to see his face. His eyes still burned like molten gold, but there was something haunted behind them. “You feel it too,” I whispered.His jaw tightened. “The Blood Moon.”We already arrived at Greko Pack.I followed his gaze upward. The sky was no longer black but soaked in a deep red glow that pulsed like a wound. Even from here, the light felt heavy, pressing on my chest, whispering of ruin.A chill spread through me. “The Greko Pack…”He didn’t answer at onc

Chapter 120Revival Azanlin & Lord Ugarh’s POVAzanlin’s POVThe world returned to me in fragments—heat in my veins, the rasp of breath that wasn’t mine, voices cutting through the haze like blades. I opened my eyes and saw stone walls carved with old runes, their glow pulsing like heartbeats. My throat burned with the taste of venom, and my limbs felt heavy, pinned to the cot beneath me.For one terrible moment, I thought I was still dying. Then I felt pressure against my hand—strong fingers clutching mine, refusing to let go.I turned my head.Lord Ugarh.He looked death-touched, skin drained of color, hair damp with fever, but his eyes—storm-grey and relentless—were open. He was alive.“You breathe,” I whispered, my voice cracked.“You sound surprised,” he rasped, his lips twitching at the edge.Relief stung my eyes, though I would never admit it. My chest ached with every inhale, but something deeper burned—something binding. I had felt his pulse thunder in my chest when the veno