All Chapters of Claimed by the wolves.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Juliette’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me, the echo cracking through the chamber like a whip. I spun instinctively—but I was too late.Rowan stepped out from the shadows as if he had been waiting in the darkness for hours, for days—maybe for years. His silhouette was sharp against the faint red glow beginning to pulse from the ground. He stood between me and the exit, perfectly centered, perfectly still, a predator who had finally cornered the prey he had been angling for.“Welcome, Juliette,” he said.My pulse hammered so violently that I felt it in my fingertips.Rowan’s smile widened. A slow, horrible, triumphant curve of his lips that made my stomach twist.“You made it,” he murmured. “To exactly where I wanted you.”Then the symbols carved into the stone floor flared to life, one after another, pulsing like a heartbeat made of blood and fire.The ritual had already begun.I stepped back instinctively—only to collide with the barrier that had already formed behind me. A rippl

Juliette’s POVThe darkness did not feel like darkness anymore.It felt like a presence.It breathed.It waited.It watched me.My eyes fluttered open, and for one terrible moment I could not tell if I was awake or trapped inside another illusion created by Rowan. The explosion had torn the ritual chamber apart and thrown me deep underground, but when I pushed myself up on shaking arms, the ground felt too smooth. Too polished. Too perfect.That was my first warning.My second was the silence. True silence. No dripping water. No echoing stone. No faint heartbeat of other wolves anywhere near me.Only me.Only him.The pain in my ribs throbbed, but I gritted my teeth and stood. My legs wobbled, and the world tilted, but I forced myself upright.“Come on Juliette,” I whispered to myself. “You are still here. You are still breathing. You can fight.”You can try.His voice slid into me like a cold blade.I froze.Rowan.Not spoken aloud. Not echoing from the walls. Not whispered from the

Juliette’s POVThe air inside the sanctuary tasted like smoke and fear. Hours had passed since I regained consciousness, yet my body refused to stop trembling. The fragments of memory still felt raw, like jagged glass lodged inside my skull. I remembered the intruder’s voice. His cold whisper. His promise that he was not done with me.Dorian paced near the entrance, every step sharp and restless. He looked as if he was fighting a war inside himself. Bryan stood near the far wall with his arms folded, his expression tight, his anger barely contained. The three of us together again, but nothing felt whole. Everything was hanging by a thin thread.“We cannot wait anymore,” Bryan said at last. His voice was firm, steady, ready for blood. “He is getting stronger. If he finds another opening into your mind, Juliette, we will lose our only chance to end this.”I swallowed hard and forced myself upright. My muscles screamed but I ignored it. “Then we stop him before he tries again.”Dorian tu

Juliette’s POV:The stench of smoke and scorched stone still clung to the air as I stumbled through the narrow cavern. My hands throbbed from the explosion, my body bruised and raw—but the fire in my chest refused to dim. Rowan had underestimated me. He had always underestimated me.Dorian was beside me, grim and silent, surveying the shadows. “He’s leading us somewhere,” he said, his voice taut. “I can feel it.”I nodded, letting my senses stretch outward. The Omega energy hummed beneath my skin, my power already sensing the threads of Rowan’s influence. He had left traces—clues, traps, and fears woven into the stones themselves. And somewhere ahead… the warrior.I clenched my fists, feeling the tension coil in my shoulders. I will not fail him. Not after everything.The tunnel widened into a massive chamber, and my heart froze. Chains glinted in the torchlight. A figure sat slumped, bound and gagged, his armor scratched and dented from some earlier struggle. The warrior. He looked s

Juliette’s POVThe instant the door slammed behind me, the fortress seemed alive. Stone walls twisted, shadows stretched and recoiled as if breathing, corridors elongating and folding in ways that defied reason. My pulse hammered in my ears, matching the low hum of energy vibrating through the walls. Rowan had built this labyrinth with precision—every trap, every illusion crafted to break me, test me, to draw out fear and doubt.I drew in a steadying breath, summoning the Omega energy within me. It tingled across my skin, coiling like steel around my heart, sharpening my senses. Every shadow flickered with intent, every whisper of wind carried the weight of Rowan’s presence. He was here, somewhere beyond the maze, but I had to navigate this fortress first.My hands brushed along the walls as I moved, sensing pressure plates hidden beneath the cold stone floor. One wrong step and fire could ignite, spikes could erupt, or the hall itself could shift to crush me. Rowan was meticulous, cr