Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Straight Alpha : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Ester POV The morning air was sharp, almost biting, as I stepped into the Moonlight Pack headquarters. I hugged my coat tighter around myself, though it wasn’t the cold that made me tense. It was the thought of him—William. The word he had whispered without realizing it had settled in my chest, heavier than any anchor, tugging at my insides like some secret pulse I couldn’t ignore.I paused at the grand doors, inhaling through my nose and forcing myself to focus. Work. Focus on work. That was what he expected from me, and if I wanted to survive here—truly survive—I couldn’t let him see how deeply he had unsettled me.Even from the corridor, I could feel it—the quiet shift in the pack. Subtle, almost imperceptible, but there. Heads turned ever so slightly as I passed, whispering in hushed tones, quick glances toward the Alpha’s office. I wasn’t a wolf, not in the traditional sense, but instinct hummed in my bones, a kind of sixth sense that warned me that William’s presence always comm

William POV The sun had barely crested the horizon when the first alarms sounded. The distant wails of sentries, the thrum of hoofbeats on stone, and the scent of iron in the air made my wolf stir beneath my skin, claws twitching, muscles coiling. The Shadow Fangs had returned, bolder than before. Their scouts had not merely tested our borders—they had mapped weaknesses, sought the fractures in our defenses.I stood on the balcony of the Moonlight Keep, fur bristling despite the warmth of the early morning sun. Nut was at my side, eyes narrowed, his stance taut, ready. His presence grounded me, though I knew it did little to quell the wild heat of the bond that pulsed beneath my skin. Ester’s scent lingered still, faint, impossibly sweet, and my chest tightened with the reminder of what I had refused to take.“Alpha,” Nut said, voice low but tense, “they’ve split their forces. One group is pushing through the northern ridge, the other is attempting a flanking maneuver through the east

Ester POV The dreams came without warning, as they always did, tugging me into a world that felt impossibly real. I woke with my skin damp from sweat, heart hammering, breath shallow, and yet… something inside me had shifted. The White Wolf was there again, coiled in the shadows of my mind, waiting.I could feel it even before I opened my eyes. Its presence thrummed beneath my consciousness, a pulse that made the air around me feel alive. The Alpha—William—wasn’t here. The world of the pack slept around me, oblivious to the storm of power swirling through me, yet I was wide awake to it.I sat up slowly, blanket pooling around my legs, trying to shake the remnants of the vision. But the wolf’s eyes, impossibly white and luminous, remained burned into my mind. They were ancient, deep, and unsettling, and yet… comforting. As if it had always been a part of me, even before I knew who I was.The dreams always started the same way. I ran through a forest lit by moonlight, the air thick with

Nut's POV The forest was quiet, eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made every rustle of leaves sound like a scream. I had left the pack earlier than usual, insisting I needed a run to clear my mind. The winter air was cold, sharp against my lungs, and my paws—my boots, not the wolf feet, though my wolf pulsed beneath my skin, restless—struck the frozen ground in a steady rhythm.I was lost in thought, thinking of William, Ester, and the tensions building along the borders. The Alpha was… fragile, hiding behind layers of steel, fire, and denial. And Ester… the boy, my Alpha’s mate, had power hidden even from him. That thought, that weight of secrecy, gnawed at me. I pushed it aside, focusing on the forest, the wind, the quiet hum of life that ran beneath the frost and snow.But then, I smelled it.It hit me before I saw it, a sharp, metallic tang cutting through the earthy smell of pine and moss. Blood. Human blood. My wolf surged instantly, senses sc

William's POVThe moon was high, silvering the city with a light that belonged more to stories than reality. I sat in my office, the weight of my crown pressing against my shoulders, my hands clasped over the edge of the desk as though it could anchor me to reason. But reason was a fragile thing, fragile as a human heartbeat.And my heartbeat had found its rhythm in him.Ester.Even now, hours after he had left the building, his presence lingered like smoke. It clung to the walls, to the chair he had sat in, to the very air I breathed. I could almost see him in every shadow, feel his warmth pressing against my chest as if he were still here, still mine, still… unavoidable.The bond was relentless. It tugged at my thoughts, clawed at my chest, whispered in a language older than any human or wolf could speak. It had always been that way with mates—the goddess's choice was absolute—but I had never expected to feel this vulnerable, this unraveled. Not with him. Not Ester.I leaned back in