All Chapters of Beast Billionaire Claim : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

The boardroom smelled like wolf and war.Leather chairs. Diamond-cut glasses filled with bloodwine. Suits stitched with spells. Power didn’t just hang in the air—it stalked it.Zara stood at Maxim’s side as the heavy obsidian doors shut behind them, sealing them inside the territory of wolves who built empires with fangs and ruled courtrooms with claws. She’d known tension before. Finals, court prep, press ambushes. But this was something else.This was raw, ancestral.This was a battlefield in silk.Five Alphas sat around a crescent-shaped table carved from blackstone. Ancient sigils pulsed faintly across the surface like veins. Each Alpha was flanked by advisors, bodyguards, mates—wolves of prestige and bite. And every single one of them was staring directly at her.The outsider.The human.The mate who wasn’t supposed to be here.Maxim didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. His hand rested at the small of her back like a silent command. Stay calm. Stay close.“Head up, Zara,” he murmured unde

The chamber beneath Silver & Vale’s gleaming marble lobby was not built for reconciliation.Stone walls bore claw marks from past trials. Torches flickered unnaturally despite the lack of wind. And in the middle of the courtroom—a circle etched in wolven runes—stood Maxim Vale.Zara stood just outside the ring, her arms folded tightly against her body as if she could hold back the storm gathering around them. Her heels clicked softly on the polished stone as she took one step closer, then another, her gaze fixed not on Maxim—but on the man standing opposite him.Victor Vale.No designer suit this time. No golden cufflinks. Only a dark shirt rolled to the elbows and a look in his eyes that reeked of vengeance.“You’re not backing down,” Victor said, voice smooth as broken glass. “Even after what happened to your little intern upstairs?”Maxim’s jaw tensed. “Say her name again, and I’ll end this here.”“Zara,” Victor repeated, with venomous ease. “The girl you branded under moonlight in

The air inside the war chamber of Silver & Vale was tense enough to snap. Shadows clung to the stone walls like restless spirits. The room smelled of old ash and iron—remnants of power plays long past. Torches crackled in iron sconces, casting flickers of orange flame that danced over carved wolf insignias and war-banners aged in dust. Every inch of this place reeked of legacy, blood, and betrayal.Zara stood near the obsidian table, her reflection fractured in its glossy surface. The cold from the stone floor seeped into her boots. Her heart beat a rhythm that didn't match the silence around them—faster, more urgent. She could feel Maxim’s presence beside her like a forge heating to its limit. He hadn’t spoken since they entered, his golden eyes locked on the empty seat at the far end—the one meant for Victor."He’s late," Zara murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her fingers trembled slightly, though she clenched them into a fist to stop it."Victor isn’t late," Maxim

Maxim wasn’t breathing.Zara knelt beside him, heart thundering against her ribs as the ruin of the ballroom swirled with smoke and shattered glass. The remains of the Blood Pact circle still glowed faintly on the marble, cracked lines of silver burning into the floor like an old scar refusing to heal.Victor was gone, having fled into the chaos after releasing the beast within Maxim—but not before twisting the magic, making sure it came at a cost. The spellwork had been precise, surgical. Victor hadn’t just unsealed Maxim’s curse. He’d corrupted it. Turned the ritual into a weapon and left the monster behind to tear the rest apart.Zara gripped Maxim’s hand. “Don’t you dare die on me.”His body convulsed.Then came the sound—low, guttural, and wrong.Maxim's chest heaved once, then again, before his back arched. His eyes snapped open, glowing gold but flickering—like a flame caught in wind. Bones cracked. His suit split down the spine as black fur began pushing through his skin. But