All Chapters of Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41Storm’s POVI am Storm, the spy sent by the Spirit World’s King and Queen. My mission was clear: infiltrate the Forge Kingdom and gather every bit of information on Azanlin and his trusted ally, Lord Ugarh.The King and Queen warned me about how powerful the witches and sorcerers were, especially Azanlin. But I’m not just any spy. I was trained in the dark arts, shape-shifting, and mental manipulation. For this mission, I took the form of a curvaceous woman—tall, seductive, and confident. My attire was designed to draw attention: a tight top that showed off my bust and a skirt that left little to the imagination.I arrived at the outskirts of the Forge Kingdom in the early evening. The guards at the gate barely asked questions. They were too distracted by my appearance.“Name?” one guard asked, trying to keep his eyes on my face.“Staria,” I replied smoothly. “I’m looking for work in the kingdom. I was told the Forge Kingdom welcomes outsiders with… special talents.”He exc

Chapter 43Storm-Staria’s POVAzanlin couldn’t get enough of me. After our first encounter, he acted like he was under a spell—always finding an excuse to touch me, kiss me, pull me closer. And as much as I hated to admit it, he was strong, commanding, and… tempting.We lay tangled on his massive bed, the moonlight casting shadows across the room."Staria," he murmured, trailing his fingers along my waist. "Your body... it's dangerous."I smirked, letting my fingers trace lazy circles on his chest. "Maybe you're the one in danger, Azanlin."He laughed softly, pulling me closer. But I could feel it—he wasn’t done. Not even close."I want more," he said, voice husky. "I can’t explain it. You’ve unlocked something in me."I leaned in, pretending to whisper in his ear. "Then explore your fantasy... sorcerer king."That’s when things got rougher. More demanding. His hunger wasn’t just physical—it felt spiritual. Obsessive.Hours passed. He wasn’t just satisfied with one kind of pleasure. H

Chapter 45Storm-Staria POVAzanlin’s fingers traced lazy patterns across my back as we lay tangled in the silk sheets of his massive chamber. He was still inside me, his breathing slowing, but his eyes filled with thoughts I couldn’t read yet.“You know,” he said, his voice low, “I feel different when I’m with you. Like I’m safe. Like I can finally let my guard down.”I smiled weakly and turned to face him, brushing my fingers against his chest. This was the moment I had been waiting for—time to plant the lie.“I think it’s because we’re connected,” I whispered. “More than you know.”He raised an eyebrow. “How?”“My parents… they were part of your clan.”Azanlin blinked, caught off guard. “What?”I nodded slowly, keeping my face soft and believable. “They died during the great war—when your father fought Adolfa, the Wereraven, and the Lycan hybrid. I was just a girl. But I remember the screams, the fire, and the loss. That’s why I came here. To find something that felt like home agai

Chapter 47Adolfa's POVHell burned around me. The skies were black, the ground cracked under my boots, and the air was filled with thigh smoke and rumbling of whispers. I had just absorbed dark energy, Power pulsed through my veins, but I wasn't done yet.Before I could move, a cold wind swept through the fire. Shadows shifted. I turned, ready to attack—but there was no one there.Then I heard it. A long, slow creak. The sound of a boat on water. But there was no river. Not in this part of hell."Adolfa," a voice rasped. "The dead wait for you."I spun around and saw him. Charon. The ferry of the dead. Cloaked in shadows, his face hidden under a cracked skull mask. He held a long staff that dripped black ooze. His eyes were hollow pits glowing with silver light."You're not welcome here," he said, stepping off his ghostly boat that floated on nothing.I narrowed my eyes. "Who are you? To decide.""Hades may be gone," he growled, "but you will not take his power."I didn't answer. Ins

Chapter 49Adolfa's POVHades and Charon froze the moment they saw me. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their mouths parted but no words came out. They looked like they had just seen a ghost, and in a way, they had."You should be dead," Hades snarled. "Charon, now!"I saw Charon shift behind me, his hand subtly reaching for a dark blade pulsing with the essence of death. I twisted, stepping away just in time."Nice try," I said, my voice calm, but my senses on full alert."How are you still alive, Adolfa?" Hades growled, his voice shaking the walls of the underworld chamber. "What the fuck are you?""You already know," I replied. "You just don't want to believe it."Charon hissed. "We shattered your body. Burned it to ashes. You shouldn't even exist.""You said I wasn't fit to be called a god," I said, stepping into the torchlight. Shadows danced across my hybrid form. Raven wings shimmered faintly behind my back, and my Lycan eyes glowed like embers. "But now you see. I'm not just a