บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the wolves.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Juliette's POVJuliette did not dare breathe.The darkness around her felt alive, pulsing with a predatory awareness that made her skin prickle. Cold air swept across the warehouse floor, carrying the faint metallic bite of something sharp and dangerous. Somewhere behind her, Kael clung to the bars of his cage, his breaths ragged and heavy.She could still hear the black eyed man’s last whisper lingering in the air like smoke.I have waited a long time for this.Juliette’s pulse raced. Her palms were damp. Every instinct screamed at her to move, to run, to fight, but her legs felt rooted in place.A soft scrape echoed from the shadows ahead.Juliette spun toward the sound, her heart slamming against her ribs. The darkness shifted. A silhouette appeared, barely visible. For a moment she thought it was him again, the same black eyed man who had been hunting her all night. But as he stepped into a faint sliver of light leaking from the broken ceiling panels, she saw something different.

Juliette’s POVMy lungs burned as I stumbled through the last stretch of the underground lab. The air was heavy, damp, and thick with a metallic tang that made my throat itch. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out every other sound. Every step felt precarious, as if the ground beneath me might give way and swallow me whole. I had escaped the fire, slipped through hidden tunnels, and now I was somewhere I had never imagined existed. The lab here was a maze of steel and glass, glowing instruments, and tables covered with vials and equipment that hummed softly.I pressed myself against a wall, trying to steady my shaking hands. My mind raced, images of Dorian and Bryan flashing across my vision. They had been so close, yet still, I had ended up alone in this section. How had the black-eyed man slipped past them? My stomach churned. Fear gnawed at me like a wild animal, but beneath it was something sharper, something that pushed me forward: determination. I would survive this. I had t

Juliette’s POVThe storm outside hadn’t started yet, but inside the Wolves’ training facility, the tension crackled like lightning waiting to strike.The moment we returned from the underground lab, the pack scrambled into motion. Guards shifted positions, Beta wolves secured the perimeter, and medics rushed my mother into the infirmary. The Wolves — both the shifters and the human players — gathered in uneasy clusters, whispering, speculating. Everyone could feel the shift in the air.Something had changed.Something big.I stood in the center of it all, wrapped in a thin blanket someone had thrown over my shoulders. My hair was tangled, my clothes scorched at the ends, and my hands still trembled every few minutes — not from fear, but from the aftershock of the power that had surged through me.Bryan stood on my right, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw ticking.Dorian stood on my left, stiff, tense, energy coiled like a spring.They weren’t looking at each other.At all.That

Juliette’s POVI awoke to darkness. At first, it was disorienting, the kind of black that seemed to swallow sound, light, and even the pulse of my own heart. The faint hum of ventilation reached my ears, a distant, mechanical whisper in the stillness. My body ached everywhere—muscles screaming, bones protesting, every joint reminding me of the violent chaos from the night before. I remembered the arena, the ice, the screams, the flames that had erupted from the maintenance shafts, the way my body had been flung through the tunnels, dragged by someone whose strength had overwhelmed me completely. I shivered. The memory left a residual taste of fear and adrenaline on my tongue.I pushed myself up slowly, my hands brushing against cold, damp concrete. Every movement reminded me how vulnerable I had been, and how close I had come to being completely taken. The air smelled faintly of iron, of rusted machinery, of sweat mixed with something sweet and chemical. The adrenaline had faded, leav

Juliette’s POV The next morning, the entire arena felt wrong. Not dangerous in the way it had felt before—when shadows moved too quickly or footsteps echoed where no one walked—but violated. As if something had crawled inside the Wolves’ territory during the night and carved its presence into the walls. Maybe that was exactly what happened. I barely slept. Every sound in my room set my nerves on fire. Every breath felt too loud. And the note written in my handwriting—something I still couldn’t understand—was folded in my pocket now, burning against my leg like a brand. When I pushed open the door to the players’ hallway, Bryan was already waiting. He stood like a wall, broad shoulders flexed beneath his training hoodie, jaw tense, eyes stormy. He looked like he hadn’t slept either. “You’re late,” he said. His voice wasn’t angry. It was tight. Controlled. Like something inside him was unraveling, and he was fighting to hold it together. “I didn’t know we had practice,”