Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Enemy Alpha: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 78

The night pressed in heavy, the air thick like it carried weight of its own.Kaela tried to walk away, tried to shake the heat out of her chest, but every step only pulled her closer to Ronan again. Like her body had made up its mind before her head caught up.He stood near the perimeter now, back to her, shoulders tight, every inch of him strung like a bow about to snap. The faint shimmer of the wards painted him in silver and shadow, making him look unreal. Untouchable.Except he wasn’t.Not to her.“Ronan,” she said, and the way his name cracked out of her throat made her own skin prickle.He turned slowly, eyes catching hers. The firelight behind her flickered, but the glow in his gaze was brighter, sharper. A predator’s focus.Kaela’s wolf prowled, teeth bared—not at him, never at him, but at the space between them.“You keep looking at me like that,” he said, voice low, ragged, “and I swear I’ll—”“You’ll what?” she cut in, her words sharper than she meant, her pulse slamming.S

The clearing was too quiet after the fight. Too heavy. The echo of their almost-kiss still hung in Kaela’s chest, burning hotter than any wound could. She could still feel the press of Ronan’s mouth against hers, the heat of his hand at her waist, the raw hunger he hadn’t even tried to hide. Her wolf prowled under her skin, restless, begging her to go back to him, to push harder, to finally take what was theirs.But then the scream tore the night in half.It came from the west—high, raw, short-lived, like a sound cut off by something sharp. The air itself seemed to choke on it.Ronan’s head jerked up. His whole body snapped into readiness, wolf bright in his eyes. “West ridge.”He didn’t even look back before sprinting into the trees.Kaela didn’t hesitate. She was on his heels instantly, knives in both fists, heart hammering with something sharper than lust now—fear. Dax’s voice called somewhere behind them, but she didn’t stop, didn’t slow. Lira’s footsteps joined them a beat later.

The air between them was already on fire before his mouth even touched hers. Kaela could taste the danger on his breath, feel the way his control trembled like a cracked dam about to break.Ronan slammed her back into the tree, not gentle, not careful. His body pinned hers so completely she couldn’t move except against him—and gods, she wanted to. She wanted to fight him, claw him, take him apart and have him take her apart in return.The first kiss was brutal. Teeth, tongue, heat. He devoured her like he’d been starving for years, and she gave back the same hunger, biting his lower lip until she tasted the sharp tang of blood.He groaned into her mouth, and it sent a shiver down her spine, made her hips jerk against his without thought. That low sound was her undoing.Her hands clawed at his shirt, pulling, tearing, until fabric ripped and buttons scattered into the dirt. His chest was hot against her palms, hard muscle under sweat-slick skin. She dragged her nails across him, leavin

Dawn bled slow across the sky, gray and thin, dragging the night’s smoke with it. The fire in the center of camp had guttered down to glowing coals, but the air still stank of ash and sweat and nerves stretched too tight. Wolves moved in jerks, restless, shoulders stiff, eyes always darting to the treeline as if something might still be waiting there.No one had really slept.Kaela hadn’t even tried. Her back was sore from leaning against a tree most of the night, her blades laid across her lap. Her hair stuck to her temples in damp strands, and her shirt clung to her skin, heavy with sweat that wasn’t all from the fire. Her body still thrummed like the night hadn’t ended, like Ronan’s hands were still bruised into her hips, his teeth still ghosting over her skin.And that was the worst part—every time she shifted, the scent rose from her own body, unmistakable. Him. Her wolf didn’t bother hiding the satisfaction, stretching, purring at the memory. But Kaela’s human chest locked tight