All Chapters of Claimed by the wolves.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Juliette’s POVThe night pressed against the ruined fortress like a living thing. Damp cold sank into my bones as the echoes of the last ambush faded away. Dorian limped beside me, blood trailing from a gash down his shoulder. Bryan was supporting most of his weight, jaw clenched tight, eyes hard with fury.We had barely survived Rowan’s ambush. Barely.A chill swept across my skin, tugging at the deeper parts of my Omega senses. Danger was still close. Too close.“Juliette,” Dorian murmured, voice strained, “we need to stop. Just for a moment.”“No.” I shook my head. “If we stop, we give Rowan time to circle back.”Bryan growled under his breath. “He will not risk coming this close again. He is planning something.”He always is.The tunnels ahead were silent except for the drip of water somewhere far in the dark. Every step we took stirred dust from the collapsing fortress above us. Broken stone littered the passage, forcing us to navigate carefully.I could feel Rowan’s presence. Li

Juliette's POVThe night swallowed Bryan and me whole as we ran, the forest closing in around us like a living beast. Every sound felt sharpened. Every breath tasted like fear. The pack was still regrouping from the ambush, but I had only one thought left in my mind.Dorian was gone.Taken.Ripped from us in the chaos.I pushed through the branches, ignoring how they clawed at my arms. My wolf was pacing inside me, frantic, whispering that we were already too late.“No scent trail,” Bryan muttered, dropping to one knee and scanning the earth. “Nothing. It’s like he vanished.”“Because Rowan planned this,” I said through clenched teeth. “He knows how to cover his tracks. He knows this forest.”Bryan looked up at me, moonlight splashing over his sharp features. His jaw tightened.“And you know him,” he said pointedly.The accusation stung, but I swallowed it down. “Knowing him is the only reason we still have a chance.”Bryan surged to his feet. “Or maybe knowing him is the reason he ke

Juliette’s POVThe chamber vibrated with Rowan’s laughter.It slithered across the stone walls and curled around my spine like icy fingers. Dorian strained against his chains, metal biting into his wrists as he tried to free himself. Bryan stepped subtly in front of me, his stance wide and ready, though I felt the pulse of fear rolling off him.Not fear for himself.Fear for me.Rowan tilted his head, studying me with infuriating calm. “I have waited a long time for this moment.”My breath shook as I glared at him. “Let Dorian go.”He smirked. “Why would I release my only leverage?”Dorian growled. “Juliette, ignore him. Do not let him get into your head.”But Rowan had already gotten inside my head. Into my dreams. Into my nightmares. Into everything I had been trying to avoid since the day he first showed me a glimpse of the power inside me.He knew things I did not. Things he wanted to use.He stepped closer. Bryan moved with him, blocking his path. Rowan lifted a brow, amused.“Yo

Juliette’s POVThe moment Rowan vanished with the young warrior, something inside me snapped.I didn’t wait for air.I didn’t wait for strength.I didn’t wait for permission.I just ran.Down the tunnel. Past the cages. Past the blood on the stone floors. Past Dorian’s hoarse shouting telling me to stop. Past Bryan’s unconscious body that I forced myself not to look back at.If I looked back, even once, I would break.“Juliette!” Dorian’s voice cracked. “Don’t go alone!”But I had already stepped where the shadows were thickest.Where Rowan had disappeared.Where the heat from my own power had burned the stones black.And the moment I crossed that line… the air changed.The sound of Dorian’s voice faded instantly behind me, sucked backward like wind being pulled out of a room.I was alone.Completely alone.A narrow passage sloped downward. Too steep. Too cold. Too quiet. My footsteps echoed unnaturally, as if something beneath the earth was listening—no, waiting.I swallowed hard, pu

Juliette’s POVThe cavernous chamber reeked of smoke and iron as Rowan’s laughter echoed around us. Flames licked the stone walls, throwing jagged shadows across the floor. My chest heaved, every heartbeat a hammering reminder that we were still in his world, his trap.Dorian pressed beside me, grim-faced, his hands still bleeding from the last skirmish. “Juliette, stay close. He’s planning something,” he warned, eyes flicking to Rowan.“I know,” I muttered, though my words trembled. My wolf bristled inside me, restless and furious. Rowan wasn’t just a threat—he was family. Blood tied us together, and that knowledge clawed at me as fiercely as the fear that gripped my gut.Rowan’s eyes gleamed in the firelight, calculating, almost mournful. “You’ve grown,” he said softly, almost admiringly, yet there was no warmth there. “Stronger than I expected. But do you understand what you’re fighting for?”I clenched my fists. “You’ve gone too far,” I snapped. “All of this—this bloodshed, these