All Chapters of Claimed by the Untamed Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The smile vanished the moment she blinked.Gone, like it had never been there at all.But Aria knew what she’d seen. A face she didn’t recognize, eyes too still, too knowing. A grin not of kindness, but of quiet warning. Like they knew something she didn’t.Something she’d rather not learn.She didn’t sleep that night. Not fully. Her senses flared with every gust of wind, every twig crack, every shifting footstep in the camp. Nessa slept soundly beside her, hugging a fraying stuffed wolf, unaware of the dread seeping into the air like smoke.By dawn, it had taken shape.A howl rang through the camp. Long, low, deliberate.A summons.The Council was calling.The Rogue Council rarely met in public. Elders preferred shadows, quiet decisions made in guarded corners. But today, they gathered in the central clearing like ancient stones in a forgotten forest. Stiff bodies. Gray eyes. And Rogan, tall, broad, voice like thunder cracking through bone.He stood at the center, arms crossed over h

The storm from the previous night had passed, but the air still felt charged. Like the camp was holding its breath.Morning sunlight streamed between the branches, glinting off damp leaves and broken tools scattered near the far end of the rogue camp. A hut, one of the smaller ones near the edge had collapsed during the windstorm. Its wooden supports had rotted underneath, and now it sat half-leaning, half-sprawled in defeat, like an exhausted warrior.Nessa stood in front of it with a hammer too large for her hand, pouting.Aria knelt beside her, brushing back hair damp with sweat. “You’re going to give yourself a concussion swinging that thing.”“I want to help rebuild,” Nessa grumbled. “Thorne said I’m old enough.”“You’re eight,” Aria said gently, taking the hammer. “You’ll be old enough when your arms are longer than this handle.”Nessa sighed and flopped onto a log.Still, she didn’t leave.She just sat and watched as Aria rolled up her sleeves and began sorting through the spli

The first thing Aria noticed was the blood.It smeared across the worn fabric of Selene’s tunic like ink, soaking through at the shoulder and spreading in broken lines down her arm. Her hair was wild, leaves caught in dark strands, her face pale beneath a sheen of dirt and sweat. She staggered through the flap of Aria’s tent and collapsed to her knees before anyone could stop her.Aria caught her by the arms, barely registering the weight. “Selene? Gods, what happened?”Selene’s eyes, once sharp and commanding, were clouded with exhaustion, but when they focused on Aria’s face, panic rushed in like a tide.“They tried to kill me,” she whispered, each word jagged like broken glass. “I got too close. I found it.”Aria didn’t understand. “Found what?”Selene’s fingers dug into her sleeves, searching, grasping for something unseen. “Proof. Lies. Things buried beneath the roots. I went back to the southern border, to where the old well is. There's something there, Aria. I saw them meeting.

A Side of Maela.The woods had always been her church.Long before Kael rose to Alpha. Long before the fire claimed her mate. Even before Aria arrived with her big eyes and broken bloodline, Maela had walked the quiet places between the trees and found something close to peace.But tonight, the woods were not silent.They pulsed.With secrets. With old grief. With the kind of bitterness that had long since eaten through her bones and left something colder behind.Maela kept her steps light as she moved through the thicket, her hood pulled up, hair braided tight against her scalp. Her fingers, calloused from years of herb work, closed tighter around the small satchel at her waist. Inside was a sprig of Wolfsbane and a sealed note, folded three times and burned around the edges.The forest opened up to a clearing, a place only she and one other soul knew of.And he was already there.“Maela,” said the figure, stepping from the shadows. The moonlight caught his badge, the Silverpine cres

The climb back to camp was too quiet.Aria didn’t speak. Kael didn’t either. The silence between them wasn’t peace, it was a chasm. Every step crackled with tension, their boots crunching against damp leaves, the trail behind them smeared with more questions than answers.She had followed Eira’s cryptic warning to the mountain. She had seen shadows moving beneath the trees, whispers curling in her ears like smoke. And Kael… Kael had found her before she could find proof.Now, his silence cut more than any blade could.The camp came into view slowly, shrouded in low mist and a brittle quiet that didn’t feel like sleep. Rogues stirred earlier than usual, peeking from tents and perches, their eyes sharp, murmuring under their breaths. The air tasted different… like old magic and brewing storms.Kael came to a stop near the main clearing."Why didn’t you tell me?" he said, voice flat. Accusatory.Aria turned slowly. “Tell you what?”“That you were on the mountain. That you left camp to ch