All Chapters of Claimed by the wolves.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Juliette’s POVThe fortress was too quiet. Too empty. My instincts screamed, my wolf pacing inside me, alert to every whisper, every shadow. Rowan had vanished from the inner chamber, but I knew better than to believe I had any reprieve. His fortress wasn’t just stone and steel—it was alive with his intent, his malice, his planning.I moved forward cautiously, each step measured, eyes scanning the walls and floors for hidden traps. The fortress twisted around me, corridors folding and shifting, forcing me to question reality itself. My Omega senses flared, brushing against faint pulses of energy—traps, runes, shadows that were nearly invisible to the eye. Rowan’s hand was in every corner.A sudden shift in the ceiling caught my attention. A panel above me, perfectly aligned with the stone beams, began to creak. My heart lurched.“Rowan…” I whispered, knowing the sound wouldn’t reach him, but my wolf snarled, warning me of the danger.Before I could react, a net shot down from above, s

Juliette’s POV:Rowan’s smile lingered—slow, terrible—but for the first time, I saw a flicker of something behind it: panic. My stomach twisted, but I refused to let it show. I raised my hands, feeling the raw pulse of my Omega power surge through me, tethered to the warrior at my side. He was more than a shield, more than an ally—he was a part of me now, an extension of my strength, and together we were a force Rowan could not ignore.“You’re… stronger than I imagined,” he hissed, raising the dagger in a desperate strike. “But this isn’t over.”I braced myself, muscles coiled like springs, eyes locked on him. The dagger gleamed, the light reflecting off the jagged symbols etched into the chamber floor. Shadows writhed around us, pulsing with Rowan’s energy, trying to anticipate my moves before I even made them. But I wasn’t alone. Not truly. The warrior’s presence was here, solid and tethered to me, grounding me, giving me clarity amidst the chaos.The chamber trembled beneath our fe

Juliette’s POV:The fortress groaned like a living beast, stones cracking and walls buckling under the weight of Rowan’s final, desperate attempt at control. Dust choked the air, falling like a storm around me, and the heat of the chaos pressed against my skin. I could feel every tremor through the ground, every vibration a warning that the structure was about to collapse entirely. My heart pounded, each beat echoing with urgency, with the knowledge that if I didn’t act now, the pack—everyone I cared about—would be lost.I glanced around, seeing Dorian and Bryan moving with precise coordination, trying to shield each other from the falling debris. My chest tightened as my gaze shifted to the shadows curling and twisting where Rowan had once stood, now reduced to weak, flickering echoes of his former power. But I knew better than to think he was gone. No, the fortress itself had become his last weapon, collapsing under his own malice, and the threat was far from over.The warrior’s pre

Juliette’s POVI looked at the three of them—Dorian, Bryan, and Liora—and knew that my next choice would define everything. Rowan was gone, but revenge tugged at the edges of my mind. I could end this with retribution, letting my anger dictate my final act. I could make him pay, send him into the same darkness he had tried to drown us in. But as I watched the ruined fortress around us, I realized that revenge wouldn’t bring back the lives lost, nor would it heal the pack. Mercy—that fragile, difficult, and yet powerful choice—was what would define me as an Omega, what would prove that our strength was more than violence, more than control. It was about protection, about leadership, about choosing a path that honored those who depended on me.The wind carried the dust away, revealing the fortress beneath the rising sun. Jagged stones jutted into the air like broken teeth, remnants of Rowan’s power crumbling under the weight of his defeat. My gaze swept across the ruins, lingering on th

Juliette's POV:The first rays of dawn cut through the trees, brushing the remnants of the fortress rubble with a soft glow. I stood at the edge of the training grounds, breathing in the crisp air, feeling the weight of silence after the chaos Rowan had left behind. The pack was alive again—its laughter, shouts, and the rhythm of running paws on the field carried a strange sense of hope. Even in sport, there was order, precision, teamwork—a reflection of what we needed in the battles to come.Liora moved with a commanding grace, organizing drills and coordination exercises for the protectors. The Warrior, still physically present among them, led the more intense sessions. His body, trained to endure punishment and strike with precision, set a pace that tested the limits of our pack. I could see the respect the others held for him, the way they followed his guidance like a well-oiled team. But it wasn’t just physical. Spiritually, he was tethered to me, a silent anchor in my mind, a st