All Chapters of Claimed by the Damned Alpha King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 132: Chaotic DecisionAVELINE'S POVThorne had been thrown all the way across the corridor. He was slowly pushing himself up, blood running from a cut on his forehead which instantly healed.Christy was on her knees, vomiting, her body shaking violently.Silas wasn't moving at all. I couldn't tell if he was unconscious or dead.Marcus, god, Marcus was definitely dead. I could see his body from here, torn apart, barely recognizable as having been a wolf."That's better," Morgana said pleasantly, brushing imaginary dust off her dress like she'd just performed a neat party trick instead of nearly killing us all. "Now we can talk like civilized people instead of animals.""Fuck you," I managed to gasp out, my lungs burning with every breath."Such language from a princess." She walked closer, her footsteps echoing on stone as she stepped over bodies, both corrupted wolves and some of ours. I still couldn't tell who was alive and who wasn't. "You know, your mother used to have a mo

Chapter 134: EscapeAVELINE'S POV"NO!"The word ripped off from my throat so violently. I was fighting against Thorne and Christy with everything I had, trying desperately to get to my mother, but their hands held me back so tigtly."We have to go!" Thorne was shouting in my ear, his voice breaking with emotion I'd never heard from him before. "Aveline, we have to go NOW—""I can't leave her!" I sobbed, still struggling, my eyes locked on the horrible scene playing out in front of me. "She's my mother—I can't—I CAN'T—"My mother was on the ground with Morgana on top of her, and there was so much blood. Too much blood. It was pooling beneath them, spreading across the stone floor.And Morgana was still tearing into her, still ripping, still destroying what was left of the woman who'd been trapped here for eighteen years just waiting for this moment."RAVEN!" Thorne roared over the chaos. "THE PORTAL! NOW!"Raven's hands were already glowing, trembling with effort as she chanted in tha

Chapter 136: Breaking PointAVELINE'S POVThree days.Three days since we got back from that nightmare fortress, and I still couldn't close my eyes without seeing it.Not the way my mother looked in those visions, tired but alive, chained but still fighting, still defiant, still her.No.I kept seeing the exact moment Morgana's claws tore into her throat. Kept hearing that wet, horrible sound of flesh ripping apart like paper. Kept watching the light fade from her eyes—that final flicker of recognition, of love, of goodbye—while I screamed and thrashed and did absolutely fucking nothing to stop it.I was useless.Completely, pathetically useless.I'd watched my mother die to save me, and I hadn't been able to do a single goddamn thing except get dragged away by Thorne and Christy while she bled out on that stone floor.The nightmares came every time I fell asleep now. Sometimes they were exactly what happened, accurate down to the smallest detail. Other times they were worse, twisted

Chapter 138: Breaking PointAVELINE'S POVI forced my claws to retract. Forced myself to breathe. Forced down the rage even though it felt horrible."Enough," the Dragon King said firmly before I could respond. "Queen Luna Aveline has no reason to fabricate such a story. Her testimony is accepted as truth unless proven otherwise.""Is it?" The Fae Queen turned to him, one perfect eyebrow raised. "Because I find it very suspicious that our newest, and least experienced, Council member is suddenly claiming there's a massive threat we all need to rally against. Almost like she's trying to consolidate power, unite everyone under her leadership, use tragedy as a political tool—""I'M PREGNANT," I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls, cutting through her accusations like a blade. "I'm five weeks pregnant with a child who might not survive the accelerated gestation. My mother just died saving my life. Four wolves under my protection—wolves who trusted me to keep them safe—are dead because

Chapter 140: The InfectionTHORNE'S POV"Thorne, I think something's actually wrong. Something beyond the normal grief and trauma. I thought it was normal, maybe my pain, the trauma, but it isn’t…There's this voice in my head sometimes—and before you say anything, it's not Aries and it's definitely not my mother. It's something else entirely. Something dark and twisted and wrong."Cold dread settled heavy in my gut. Hoping against hope its not what I thought it was. "What does it say to you?""Terrible things." Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper, like she was afraid someone might overhear. "About killing people who've hurt me. About making them suffer slowly. About how powerful I could actually be if I just stopped holding back, stopped pretending to be weak and harmless. And the worst part—the part that really scares me—is that sometimes I agree with it. Sometimes I want to… do those things.""That's a normal response to trauma," I said, even though alarm bells were screamin