All Chapters of Claimed by the wolves.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Juliette’s POVThe intruder lunged forward just as I felt Dorian and Bryan crash into the room. Time stretched and contracted all at once. My heart slammed against my ribs, my Omega senses screaming every movement before it happened. The lair smelled of smoke, blood, and metal, the torchlight flickering across jagged stone walls. I could feel the heat of the intruder’s presence, the weight of his gaze, and my pulse spiked like a drum in my chest.Dorian’s hand found mine instinctively, and I felt a grounding surge pass through me. “Juliette, stay behind me!” he shouted, but I couldn’t just hide. I wasn’t going to be caged again. My legs pumped, weaving through the obstacles, my senses pulling the tiniest cues from the intruder’s movement.Bryan came up from the left, fury in his eyes, claws ready, teeth bared. I could hear his frustration in the sharp rhythm of his breathing. He had always been aggressive, and now that aggression was pure, unfiltered, deadly. The tension between Doria

Juliette’s POVThe pack’s territory should have felt like home. The familiar hum of life, the low growls and chatter of my brothers and sisters, the scent of loyalty and kin—it should have anchored me. But tonight, the air was thick with unease, sharp and bitter like iron on my tongue. My instincts prickled with a warning I could not ignore: someone had crossed a line. Someone I thought I could trust had betrayed us.I moved quietly through the corridors, each step deliberate, my senses stretched to the limits. Every shadow seemed alive, every whisper of wind suspicious. My Omega abilities pulsed under my skin, reacting to the tension, amplifying the dread that settled in my chest. The intruder’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind: “Those you trust the most will be the first to betray you.”I had to find the truth before it was too late. Before another pack member disappeared.I passed the training hall and froze. The air felt wrong here. Empty. Normally, the sounds of movement, of

Juliette’s POVThe fall seemed endless, the air rushing past me like a living thing, cold and sharp. My pulse thundered in my ears, every nerve screaming. My Omega senses flared uncontrollably, energy shooting through my body like lightning, reacting to the ground’s betrayal beneath me. Roots and rocks scraped my arms, branches clawed at my face, but I forced my body to twist midair, landing in a heap on the damp forest floor. Pain lanced through my ribs, my side, my wrist, but I refused to let it slow me.The intruder’s presence pressed in immediately, a dark pulse that made my teeth ache. He had anticipated my fall, had orchestrated it like a trap in a game I didn’t fully understand yet. My senses flared, reaching for the faintest traces of him, trying to predict his next move. I could feel his energy coiling, ready to strike.I scrambled to my feet, forcing my lungs to calm, forcing my focus to sharpen. My gaze darted across the shadows. The intruder stepped out, fluid, silent, and

Juliette’s POVThe chill of the early morning cut through the Blackridge Wolves’ training grounds, but I barely noticed. My heart pounded harder than any opponent’s slapshot as I focused on the small orb of energy hovering between my palms. My Omega powers felt raw, untamed, but today I was determined to bend them to my will.I inhaled, letting my senses stretch. The cold air carried the scent of ice, pine, and the faint musk of my packmates already awake and training. I tried to center myself, feeling the subtle pulse of life around me—the way a wolf’s heartbeat syncs with the pack’s rhythm. My claws dug into the frozen ground as the orb flickered, threatening to vanish entirely.“Focus, Juliette,” I whispered to myself. My voice barely carried, but it steadied my hands. I tightened the energy between my palms, and the orb glowed brighter, spinning faster. It expanded and contracted in perfect rhythm with my pulse. A small smile tugged at my lips. Victory, even small, tasted like fir

Juliette’s POVThe night air was heavy, electric, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. I had just finished patrol rounds near the Blackridge Wolves’ training grounds, the echo of skates scraping ice still fresh in my mind, the thrill of the NHL rink still pumping in my veins. But something felt wrong. The subtle hum of tension beneath the pack territory wasn’t just instinct—it was a warning.I barely had time to process it before the first attack came.A shadow flitted across the perimeter, fast, deliberate, moving too smoothly to be a pack member. My Omega senses flared like wildfire. I didn’t wait. I leapt forward, claws extended, fangs bared, fire igniting in my chest. The intruder was here—inside the territory—testing us, daring us to react.Dorian and Bryan appeared seconds later, reacting as if we had rehearsed this a thousand times. But even with them, the assault caught the pack off guard. Wolves shouted alarms, growls mixed with human words in a strange, urgent mel