All Chapters of Claimed by the Enemy Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The forest always felt louder before a full moon. Like it was holding its breath.Kaela stood barefoot in the dirt, the frost nipping at her toes like a warning she was ignoring. Her hoodie was too thin for this time of year, but she didn’t care. She pulled the hood low over her hair and breathed in deep. Cold air burned her lungs.The moon wasn’t even full yet — still two nights off — but already something inside her was pulling, scratching. It had been building for weeks. That... thing inside her. Her wolf.She closed her eyes.Her pulse throbbed in her ears. Her skin felt too tight. Muscles twitching. Like she was standing too close to a storm about to break open.“Soon,” a voice whispered from somewhere deep in her chest. Not hers, not fully. Not yet.She opened her eyes fast. Movement? No — nothing. Just wind through the trees and the soft crackle of ward lines humming at the edge of Frostclaw territory. Still, she couldn’t shake it.She wasn’t alone.Hadn’t felt alone in a while

Blackpine Hollow was old. Older than any pack’s history, older than the blood spilled there — and gods, there’d been plenty.Frostclaw called it sacred.Shadowfang called it cursed.Kaela stood near the outer ring of trees, half-hidden by her hood, her breath sharp in her chest. She wasn’t supposed to be here—not like this. Not as a stand-in. Not under this many eyes.But with her dad coughing up blood and her mom stuck managing the younger wolves, the Alpha had looked her square in the face and said, “You’ll represent them. Stay quiet. Only speak if addressed. No sudden moves.”Right. Easy.Her hands were clammy inside her cloak, heart pounding like it wanted out. She wasn’t scared, exactly. It was more like… her whole body was waiting. Like her bones knew something she didn’t.And then—he showed up.Ronan. Shadowfang Alpha. Big, broad, stormy in a way that made the entire hollow tilt for a second when he stepped in.No one had to announce him. You just knew.His eyes swept the circl

Kaela didn’t leave her room for two days. Not unless she had to.She healed fast — faster than she should’ve, honestly — but it wasn’t her ribs that felt broken.It was everything else.Her thoughts were loud. Her skin itched like it wanted to be touched again. Her wolf paced constantly, just under the surface, restless and unsatisfied.Because of him.Ronan.The bond hadn’t faded. If anything, it was worse. Stronger.She could feel him now — distant, sure, but there. Like a thread had been tied between their hearts and someone kept tugging.Hard.She wasn’t sleeping. Not really. And when she did?Dreams.Always the same. His mouth on hers. His hands on her hips. His voice like a storm in her bones.The kind of wanting that made her wake up sweating, shaking, teeth clenched.She couldn’t take it anymore.So she left.No one saw her go. Just boots, cloak, moonlight. She didn’t shift. Not yet. Just walked.She didn’t even know where she was going — just away from the village, away from

Kaela dragged herself back into town just before dawn, her hair still wet from the creek and her feet aching like hell. Her shift back to human had left a long scratch down her thigh and more than a few burrs in her sweater, but at least she’d managed not to get caught.Or so she thought.“You know you smell like wet dog and regret, right?”Kaela stopped dead at the top of the old mill steps, squinting into the early light.“Lira,” she groaned.The other girl was leaned against the railing, eating dried fruit out of her coat pocket like she was on vacation. Hair dyed pale lavender this week. Piercing through her nose. Bite marks on her knuckles from the last training brawl. Everything about her said don’t trust me, and Kaela still kinda did.“Did you follow me?” Kaela asked, climbing the last step.“Nope. I just know you,” Lira said, popping a cranberry into her mouth. “Something’s off. You’ve been sneaking out like you're hiding a boyfriend. Or plotting murder.”Kaela rolled her eyes

The scent of blood was still in Ronan’s nose when he got back to Shadowfang territory.It wasn’t Kaela’s. He’d made sure of that.But still. That moment in the forest—her breath, the spark, the way she looked at him like he was both the storm and the shelter—He couldn’t shake it.The others didn’t ask questions on the ride back. Not out loud. But he felt them watching. Darrow especially.“You’re quiet,” his Beta said when they reached the ridgeline.Ronan didn’t respond. Just dismounted and gave his horse a pat on the flank. The sky was starting to cloud again, heavy with snow.Shadowfang’s main den wasn’t underground like others. It was carved into a cliffside, stone and ashwood, rough but solid. The fire was already lit inside. A few wolves—sentinels, younger scouts—nodded to him as he entered.His sister, Lira, was already waiting.Of course she was.She stood barefoot near the hearth, golden hair braided back tight, arms crossed over a worn leather tunic. "You smell like rogue bl