Todos os capítulos de Claimed by the Straight Alpha : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Nut’s POVThe mist clung to the hollow like a living blanket, curling between the trees and drifting over the broken remnants of the old stone bridge. I perched atop the ridge that overlooked the valley, my senses stretched taut, every fiber of my wolf alert. William was beside Ester down in the lower ruins, their bond practically vibrating through the air. I could feel it, a pulsing hum of energy that could warn or protect—or destroy. And right now, I needed that bond to guide us, to synchronize our pack in anticipation of what was coming.Alpha Zane.Even thinking the name made my chest tighten. I had faced many enemies before, but Zane was different. Calculated. Ruthless. Obsessed. He wasn’t just coming for territory. He wanted what could bend life and death itself: Ester, the white wolf, the fragment of the Moongoddess that throbbed with power. I could feel Zane’s essence, even from here, a dark pulse that cut through the mist like a knife.William and Ester were tense, their ener

William’s POVDawn broke slowly over the ridge, sunlight filtering through mist and broken stone, painting the village in silver and gold. The remnants of last night’s battle lay scattered below—traps sprung, scouts incapacitated, the forest littered with signs of struggle. My wolf pressed fully against my spine as I scanned the hollow, senses stretched, pulse synced to Ester’s, his presence anchoring me even as the tension thrummed like a living thing.He was beside me, male, strong, tethered—Moongoddess energy coiling faintly along his skin in response to the new day. He had slept little, wolf pressing, divine threads pulsing even in exhaustion, and yet he rose beside me with the same courage, the same quiet defiance that had first drawn me to him.I pressed my thumb against his shoulder, feeling the heat of his skin, the subtle tremor of his pulse beneath my fingers. “Rested?” I asked softly, voice low, carrying authority and reassurance.He gave a faint, breathless smile, silver l

Ester’s POVThe moon hung full and luminous above the forest, its silver light spilling over the hollow like liquid mercury. I felt it deep in my chest, a pull I could not resist, the call of my wolf thrumming beneath my skin. The night was heavy with the scent of earth, of pine, of damp stone, but it was also charged—alive with tension, with energy, with the aftermath of the battles we had fought and the battles yet to come.William stood beside me, his presence solid, grounding, the pulse of his wolf resonating in harmony with mine. I could feel him before I even touched him, the tether between us thrumming like a living wire. Every heartbeat, every breath, every subtle motion of his body spoke to my own, and my wolf hummed with anticipation, coiling beneath my skin.Tonight, we would run. Not for hunting, not for battle, but for freedom. For release. For clarity. The forest stretched before us, endless trails of shadow and silver light, and I knew that if we shifted together, wolf

William’s POVThe air felt different as we approached the pack house. The forest’s tension, that constant coil of alertness and anticipation, had eased into a tentative calm. Alpha Zane had been quiet for days—no scouts, no provocations, no attempts to reclaim what he believed was owed to him. It was an uneasy peace, the kind that sits on the edge of a blade, reminding you that danger can return at any moment.I walked beside Ester, his presence grounding me as always, wolf coiling beneath my skin, sensing my vigilance even in the rare moments I allowed myself to relax. Our bond thrummed quietly, a tether of trust and intimacy, and I let myself draw in the rhythm of his heartbeat as we moved through the ruins that marked the outskirts of our territory.Nut and Hong had taken point, scouting ahead with their customary precision, eyes scanning the shadows and listening for the slightest disturbance in the wind. I didn’t need to look at them to know that they were fully aware, fully read

Ester’s POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the pack house windows in soft gold bands, warming the wooden floors and filling the halls with a quiet, peaceful glow. It was a strange contrast to the tension twisting low in my stomach. My mother was here. Inside the pack house. Inside the very heart of the world that she had spent my entire life protecting me from.And in a few minutes—she would meet William.My mate.My Alpha.My everything.I inhaled slowly, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. William sensed it instantly; he always did. He stood beside me near the stairway corridor, posture relaxed but presence powerful enough to make the air around him hum. His wolf was near the surface, protective and alert, golden eyes flickering beneath his human ones.“You’re nervous,” he said gently, brushing his knuckles along my forearm.“Of course I’m nervous,” I muttered. “This is my mom. She’s going to look at you and immediately assume you dragged me into a den of wolves against my