All Chapters of Claimed by the wolves.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Juliette’s POVThe air inside the hidden chamber was heavy, thick with an energy that pressed against my chest. I stepped carefully, claws scraping faintly against the stone floor, as my Omega senses flared in warning. Every fiber of me felt alive—alert, tense, attuned to danger. This was no ordinary hideaway. The symbols etched into the walls, glowing faintly in the dim light, hummed with a resonance I recognized immediately: the blood of my lineage, the legacy of Omegas long past, and the warnings that had been passed down in whispers, shadows, and riddles.I moved closer, running my fingers over the carvings, tracing the jagged lines. Each symbol pulsed with meaning, a heartbeat from a time I had never known, yet somehow understood. They told a story of power, of responsibility, and of consequences. And, lurking beneath it all, a warning: the presence of a predator who sought what the Omega carried. I froze. My chest tightened, and I felt the familiar, gut-twisting pull of dread. T

Juliette’s POVThe pack’s territory had never felt so fragile. The walls that usually resonated with the steady heartbeat of the Blackridge Wolves now echoed with tension, the calm before a storm I could feel in my bones. Every shadow seemed heavier, every rustle of leaves sharper, every scent laced with uncertainty. My senses were on fire, alert, scanning for the intruder I had yet to fully comprehend—and for the pack’s own wolves, who now seemed almost at odds with one another.Dorian and Bryan stood on either side of me, two halves of a balance I didn’t know I could maintain. But the weight of them, their energy, their presence, pressed on me. Dorian’s gaze lingered too long, protective, fierce, raw. Bryan’s scent flared, danger and desire twisting in ways that made my pulse spike. Both men were watching me, both waiting for me to falter, both ready to act on instinct—and I was the fragile center of it all.I rubbed my temples, trying to ground myself. “We need to check the perimet

Juliette’s POVThe world was still spinning from Lukas’s betrayal.My back pressed against the cold concrete wall of the abandoned training arena deep beneath the pack house. The lights above flickered violently, throwing shadows across the cracked floor. The air was thick with dust, blood, and something acidic that made my claws itch.Lukas Hale stood across from me.Once the most dependable defenseman in the Blackridge Wolves. Quiet. Respectful. Steady.Now his eyes were wrong.Too sharp. Too aware. Too cold.His wolf hovered just beneath the surface, not fully shifted, but close enough that his teeth lengthened and his stance widened. His body vibrated with tension like a drawn bowstring.He was no longer hiding who he was. Or who he served.The intruder.His lips curled slowly. “You were always too curious for your own good, Juliette.”I forced myself to breathe evenly, though my heart was hammering so hard it felt like it might break out of my chest. “And you were always too quie

Juliette’s POVSmoke drifted through the shattered corridors of the underground arena as I stumbled out with my hand pressed hard against my bleeding side. Every breath burned. Every step felt like glass grinding beneath my skin. But pain was not what kept my legs trembling.It was the silence.The silence after Lukas vanished into the chaos.The silence after the intruder escaped with whatever piece of me he had stolen.The silence after Dorian and Bryan’s roars faded into distant echoes.I leaned against the broken doorway, chest heaving, my pulse uneven. The world above ground felt too bright, too open, too exposed after everything that happened in the dark.A figure sprinted down the hallway.“Juliette!”Dorian.His golden eyes locked on mine, wild with panic. His clothes were torn, his forearms scratched bloody from whatever fight he had thrown himself into. He closed the distance in seconds and caught me before my legs gave way.“Juliette,” he breathed, voice cracking. “You are

Juliette's POVThe forest swallowed the world.Fog wrapped around the trees like a living veil, twisting every shadow into something watching, listening, waiting. The moment the intruder’s whisper faded, an unnatural silence fell over us, so thick I could hear my heartbeat echo through my skull.Dorian pressed his back to mine, blade raised, eyes glowing with a fierce silver light. “Juliette. Do not move.”His voice was low, sharp, vibrating with barely restrained fury.I did not breathe.I did not blink.Because I could feel it.The forest was shifting.Breathing.Reacting.Bryan stepped forward, scanning the shadows, his eyes glowing gold. “He is trying to herd us. Separate us. He wants us confused.”Dorian snorted softly, dangerous. “Then he will be disappointed.”“He will not stop,” I whispered. “He is inside the trees.”Dorian looked at me sharply. “Inside?”“I can feel him,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest. “He is using the forest. The fog. The shadows. Everything here bends