Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Untamed Alpha: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The letter burned in Aria’s thoughts long after Kael had crushed it in his fist.We’re coming for her.Those words curled like smoke, suffocating every breath she took. She could still see Rhys’s handwriting, bold and sure, the same hand that had once traced secret promises in the dirt behind Silverpine’s walls. Her wolf snarled against the memory, but her heart twisted all the same.Kael had not left her side since. He stood at the center of the camp now, barking orders to his sentinels, preparing for the inevitable storm. His presence filled every shadow, every breath of air. But to Aria, he wasn’t enough to hold back the tide rising inside her.Rhys was coming.And he wasn’t alone.The next morning dawned red. Not blood red, not yet, but close, the sky streaked in bruised shades of crimson and gold. The rogues whispered of omens, of war and gods, and Aria couldn’t shake the cold truth inside her: Silverpine had found her, and Rhys was the one leading them.By mid-afternoon, the new

The forest didn’t breathe.Not the wind, not the trees, not even the restless earth beneath Aria’s boots dared to stir. The weight of two wolves’ fury locked the clearing into silence. Rhys stood stiff, his jaw set in that aristocratic tilt of defiance, while Kael’s silver eyes burned like molten moons, each heartbeat promising blood.Aria’s breath shuddered in her chest. She was caught between them, between her past and her present, between the boy who once whispered dreams into her palm and the man who now held her fate in his teeth.The truce colors fluttered overhead, a mockery of peace.But Kael’s growl deepened, rumbling through the ground until it vibrated against her bones. His hand clenched at his side, his wolf begging to rip the heir of Silverpine apart.“Kael,” Aria whispered, her voice hoarse, her throat raw.It was enough to draw his gaze. For a flicker of a heartbeat, the fire softened, not extinguished but bent toward her. He looked at her like she was the only anchor

The night had fallen heavy over the rogue camp, carrying with it the kind of silence that never meant peace. It was the silence of waiting, of unease that clung to the air like smoke after a fire. The torches that circled the camp burned low, throwing long shadows across the clearing where laughter had once filled the space. Now, the rogues moved in muted tones, voices hushed, shoulders tense. Everyone felt it… the shift. The camp was no longer just surviving; it was bracing for something darker.Aria sat near the small fire outside Kael’s tent, her knees drawn up, her arms wrapped around them. The flames danced in her eyes, and though she stared, she wasn’t really seeing. Her chest felt tight, each breath like dragging cold air into her lungs.They all knew the Council would move sooner or later. Silverpine’s hatred had always burned bright, but hearing the whispers today… the words traitor, abomination… those pierced deeper than she’d admit aloud. She had grown up believing the Coun

The whisper sank into Aria’s bones like ice.She’s the one. Kill her now.Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her fingers, still trembling from burning through Nessa’s ropes, curled protectively around the child. For a single, frozen breath, the world narrowed to that one truth: they knew. They didn’t just want Kael. They didn’t just want rogues.They wanted her.The warrior lunged.Aria twisted instinctively, throwing herself over Nessa’s small frame. A blade scraped across her shoulder, hot pain ripping through her flesh. She cried out, but the sound was drowned in the roar of battle around them, Kael’s furious growl, Corin’s knife meeting flesh, the clash of steel.Her vision blurred. Blood slicked her arm. Nessa whimpered beneath her, tiny body shaking. Aria’s wolf clawed inside her chest, shrieking to be let out, to tear apart the one who dared threaten the child.She spun, fire bursting from her palm without thought. It seared across the warrior’s chest, the smell of burning lea

The moment Thalos spoke Kael’s name, the night seemed to fold inward.The rogues who lingered at the edges of the fire stiffened, their eyes darting between Kael and the shadowed figure. Few dared to breathe. Even fewer dared to speak. They knew the name, even if most had never seen the man in flesh. Thalos. A whisper more than a presence. A ghost woven through the rogue networks like smoke through trees.Kael’s jaw clenched. He didn’t answer immediately, and Aria could see the war waging in his eyes. His instinct screamed to shield, to guard, to fight. But his logic… the sharp, ruthless logic that had kept them alive this long, demanded something else.Thalos’ gaze flicked toward her once more, lingering just a fraction too long. It wasn’t hungry, not the way some men’s eyes could be, but it was sharp. Assessing. As if she were something to be measured, weighed, and tucked into his endless ledger of debts and dangers.Kael shifted, blocking her from that stare with the broad line of