บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by my Ex-husband's friend : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Third Person’s PerspectiveValen sat alone in the dark of his tent. The fire outside had gone low, only a few orange sparks breaking through the night. His men were asleep, but he was wide awake. His mind was heavy, circling the same thoughts again and again.He thought of Flora.He could still picture her face clearly,the way she had looked at him, the way her voice had turned sharp. Every memory was a knife twisting in his chest. Part of him wanted to get up, to ride through the night and find her. To make her pay for what he believed she had done. He could already imagine it: her on her knees, begging. The satisfaction of it, the justice of it.But Valen clenched his fists and shook his head.Not now. Not yet.“She is already suffering,” he told himself. Her guilt, her fear,those would eat her alive more than anything he could do to her tonight. There would be a time for Flora, but this was not it.There was unfinished business.His former pack.The people who once swore loyalty to

Flora’s PerspectiveThe news reached me like a knife to the chest.Leo had been overthrown. His own pack,the pack he had led and protected,had risen against him. They had torn him down from the seat of power and forced him to run to save his life. The words came first as whispers in the market, quick and secret, passed from mouth to mouth. At first, I told myself it was a lie. People had always lied about Leo. They had called him cruel, proud, and hard, but I knew the man behind those words. Or I thought I did.But the whispers did not stop. They grew louder, stronger, moving like smoke through every street, every house, every stall. They filled my ears until I could no longer shut them out.I sat at the edge of my bed, my hands trembling so hard I had to press them into my knees to keep them still. My heart pounded like fists inside my ribs. I could not breathe. If the rumors were true, then Leo was out there somewhere,hurt, hunted, angry. I knew him well enough to know he would not

Third Person’s PerspectiveLeo was still restless.Days had passed since Flora lost her job at the diner. The mood in the small cabin had not changed. Leo sat in the corner like a stone. His arms were folded. His jaw stayed tight. He watched the floor as if the floor had the answers.Kiran paced the room. She rubbed her temples and sighed. “Leo, you can’t keep like this. You sleep little. You strike quick. That makes mistakes. That makes us weak.”Leo said nothing. Only a short grunt came from him.Lucas leaned forward. He tried to be calm. “We need a plan,” he said. “Anger is not a plan. Where do we go? Who can hide us? Think, man. Think.”Leo’s hand moved once, then still. His eyes were dark. He looked like a man wearing a storm.Flora sat on the table edge. Her voice was small but steady. “Leo, I know you are hurt. I know you feel betrayed. But you push us away. We are your people. We stand with you only if you let us. Let us in.”Leo finally looked at her. For a moment his face so

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe night was heavy with smoke and torchlight. The clearing where Valen had gathered them looked more like a cruel stage than a battlefield. The ground was dark with mud, ash, and trampled grass. Around them stood Valen’s soldiers in a wide circle, shields lifted, spears pressed into the dirt. None of the prisoners could move without a weapon ready to strike.The ropes around their wrists were tight. The more they struggled, the deeper the ropes bit into their skin. Their arms burned, their shoulders ached, but worse than the ropes was the way Valen’s eyes followed every movement. His gaze was sharper than blades. He looked at them not as people but as toys.Valen paced slowly in front of them. His boots crushed the dirt with every step, and his dark cloak dragged across the ground like a shadow that wanted to swallow them whole. His eyes glowed faintly in the firelight. He was not rushing. He wanted to enjoy every second.“You made me chase you,” Valen said

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe barn was quiet except for the sound of their own breathing.The air smelled like rot and blood. The floor was hard, and the ropes around their wrists cut deep. Days had passed since Valen left them there. No food. No water. Only pain and silence.Kiran lay weak against the wall, her skin pale and her lips dry. She tried to stay awake, but her eyes kept closing. Lucas sat close to her, his back straight though his body was shaking. His arms were covered with blisters from burns, but he did not complain.Leo sat in the middle, his shoulders tense like a coiled spring. His eyes burned red from lack of sleep and too much anger. He had been shouting on and off for hours, calling Valen, daring him to come.“Valen!” he growled, his throat raw and voice broken. “Coward! You think we will bow to you? Come here and face me!”His words echoed against the wooden walls but no one came.Flora pressed her hands to her ears. Her cheek was swollen where Valen had struck