Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Enemy Alpha: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Kaela was exhausted before the sun even rose.She hadn’t slept. Again.Her body ached, her mind was loud, and her heart… well, it was doing that weird twisting thing every time she let herself think about him for more than five seconds.Which was often.Too often.Ronan’s face haunted her. Not in a scary way. In a get out of my head before I actually lose it kind of way. His voice. That gold-flecked look in his eyes like he saw her. Like the bond wasn’t just a magic string, but something alive—breathing between them, refusing to fade.She hated how it made her want more.And hate didn't stop wanting.So when the patrol horn sounded at dawn, she was already halfway down the corridor, pulling on her boots, ignoring the sharp glance from her mother leaning in the doorway.“You’re not cleared yet,” her mother said, arms folded.Kaela didn’t stop. “I’m fine.”“You’re still healing.”“I said I’m fine.”Her mother exhaled through her nose, frustrated but tired. Always tired lately. “You need

KaelaShe hadn't meant to go outside.It was late. The kind of late where the frost bit harder and silence pressed against your skin like a second weight. But something had pulled her to the edge of camp. Something hungry.She told herself it was for air. For space.But the truth?She felt him. Somewhere out there. Watching. Waiting. Warring with himself.And she was so goddamn tired of pretending she didn’t want to run straight into it.Kaela clenched her fists in the pockets of her cloak and stared at the trees. The wind shifted. There it was—his scent. Like wild cedar and storm-soaked earth.Ronan.Her pulse stuttered. Her wolf howled.She could barely see him—just the shape of him in shadow, a darker silhouette pressed into the forest line.He didn’t move.Neither did she.But her body… it burned. Her mouth, her chest, the ache between her legs she tried not to think about when she dreamed of him.One step.She took one step forward, and it felt like stepping off a cliff.He growl

Kaela hadn’t slept. Again. It literally became her new norm.The sheets were a mess. Her skin was too hot, her thoughts even worse. She could still feel Ronan’s breath on her neck from last night, the way his hands had trembled just barely, holding back. The way they both did.So close.Too close.And still… not close enough.She paced now, barefoot, cloak thrown over her shoulder as the wind outside clawed at the cabin windows. The air had shifted. Not just inside her—but out there too. Something bigger was moving.The wolves of Frostclaw had grown restless. Tense. Even the younger ones had started baring their teeth more often than usual.War had a scent.Kaela could smell it.Still, her mind kept circling back to him. To Ronan’s voice when he’d said "Don’t run from me." To the heat that had flared between them like lightning caught between bones.And now?Now he was gone. Sent back to Shadowfang the same night, before the sun had dared rise.Strategic, the Alpha had said. Safer thi

The woods were too quiet.Kaela moved through them like a shadow, every step soft against the moss-covered floor. Somewhere behind her, the warriors were setting up the perimeter. The bait plan was in motion. She was the bait.She should’ve been terrified.But she wasn’t.She was angry. Restless. And above all... distracted.Because she knew he was near.“I told you not to follow me,” she said without turning.A low voice came from the dark behind her. “And I told you I don’t take orders well.”Ronan stepped into the moonlight, all muscle and menace and something that looked a little too much like care in his eyes.Kaela exhaled sharply, arms crossed. “You’re going to get me killed.”“I’d take the hit first.”“That’s not the point—”“It is to me.”Silence stretched between them like wire pulled too tight.The trees stood still, holding their breath.She turned her face away. “We shouldn't be doing this right now.”Ronan took another step. Closer. His voice dropped. “Doing what?”“You

Kaela could still taste smoke in the back of her throat.Not the good kind, like from a warm campfire or roasted meat. No, this was blood-smoke. Metal and ash and something mean. It stuck to her skin, even after she'd wiped her hands on the grass more times than she could count.She crouched near the river’s edge, splashing cold water on her face, trying not to look at the streaks of red clouding downstream. The last rogue’s body had been dragged away, but the memory of the fight clung to her like second skin.Ronan stood a few feet back, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it might snap. He hadn’t said a word since they’d returned from the ridge. Not even when she got clipped — a clean slice across the ribs that had bled more than it should’ve.He was too quiet. That kind of quiet that crackled.“I’m fine,” she muttered, not looking at him.“You’re bleeding,” he said flatly.She straightened up too fast, winced, then scowled at herself for it. “I said I’m fine.”“You always say that.