Todos los capítulos de Claimed by the Untamed Alpha: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The sharp sting on her neck was the first thing Aria felt when she opened her eyes.It pulsed. Hot. Like someone had branded her with fire.She sat upright with a gasp, her breath fogging in the cold air. Around her stood towering trees like sentinels cloaked in shadow. Pine needles littered the ground, dew glistened on the leaves, and the bright moon filtered softly through the tree tops. Her fingers scrambled against the damp earth, disoriented, heart slamming hard in her chest.This wasn’t her pack’s territory.This wasn’t home.She clutched her neck and she felt the mark…fresh, inflamed and felt the truth settle over her like a boulder on her chest.Kael. The rogue.It hadn’t been a dream. The moon ceremony. The explosion of growls and chaos. Rhys…the golden boy of the pack…reaching out for her…and Kael storming through the flames, declaring her as his mate to everyone there.Her wolf had submitted.Worse, she welcomed it.“No….” she whispered, pressing her fingers to the mark and

The wind whispered through the trees, swaying the tall pines that towered over the rogues’ territory. Morning light filtered through the leaves, casting a silvery hue across the clearing where Aria stood, her hands trembled as she reread the letter from her mother. “Run before they find out.”The weight of those words settled like stones in her chest. She couldn’t sleep after that. Kael had disappeared into the forest before dawn, most likely doing whatever dark business rogues did before the world awoke. The camp stirred slowly behind her. Mothers feeding their pups, men sharpening blades, laughter drifting faintly from a makeshift kitchen hut. Everything looked so normal, but deep down Aria could feel something…off.Her eyes darted towards the path Kael had taken. Why do you affect me like this? She thought bitterly. She hated him. She should hate him. But there was something…. Something magnetic and enchanting in the way his voice wrapped around her name, in the way her wolf whimpe

The wind howled like a warning that morning.Aria stood at the edge of the training field, the cold air biting into her skin. Her breath came in soft, white puffs, but her heart was racing too fast to feel the chill. Around her, rogues gathered in tight groups, sharpening blades, wrapping hands, preparing. The air buzzed with anticipation and suspicion.She felt it in the glances. The unspoken question: Will she survive this?Kael watched from a distance, arms folded, muscles coiled beneath his dark shirt. He hadn’t said much since last night’s trial demand, but his presence was constant…silent, looming. Protective, even if he wouldn’t admit it.Maela was the first to approach.“You slept?” she asked, offering a thickly woven cloak.“A little,” Aria lied, tugging it over her shoulders.Maela raised a brow. “The dreams again?”“Not a dream,” Aria corrected softly. “She comes in pieces now. Fragments of words I don’t understand. Her voice echoes like it belongs in my blood.”Maela place

Aria woke at dawn, breath tight in her chest.The cold air bit into her skin as she sat upright on the cot in Maela’s tent. The salve still tingled faintly on her healing thigh, but that wasn’t what kept her up. It was the heaviness pressing against her ribs like her body already knew.The second trial was coming.And this time, it wouldn’t just be blood that spilled, it would be truths.Outside, the camp was still and shadowed, yet not silent. Whispers moved like wind through the tents. Soft, cutting, dangerous. A stir of anticipation cloaked the rogue camp.Aria stepped outside, her boots crunching against damp earth. Her breath puffed white in the chill, rising like a ghost above the tents. Rogues emerged in pairs and small clusters, their eyes flicking to her with unreadable expressions.She didn’t need words to understand what they were thinking.She’s the reason this is all happening.Silverpine’s eyes are on us because of her.Why would Kael keep her after what she’s brought?T

Morning crept over the rogue camp with a slow golden hush, casting honeyed light on canvas tents and weapon racks slick with dew. Aria stood barefoot in the training ring, the cool earth grounding her beneath a sky that still wore streaks of pink.Every muscle in her body ached like old wood, worn and splintered, but she refused to show it.Selene stood across from her, arms folded, expression unreadable. No blood on her this time. No venom curling her lips. Just a quiet watchfulness.“You have potential,” Selene said, the words falling between them like stones into still water.Aria stared at her, still unsure whether to flinch or fight. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”Selene smirked faintly. “It’s a warning.”The bruises from their trial were still fresh. Aria could feel each one pulsing beneath her skin like echoes. She hadn't expected to see Selene again so soon, let alone like this.Maela had merely shrugged when she arrived at Aria’s tent before dawn and said, “Selene wan