All Chapters of Claimed by the wolves.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Juliette's POVThe forest was alive with shadows, every tree a silent sentinel, every mist-shrouded branch a witness to what was about to unfold. The only sounds were the slow drip of condensation and my own ragged breaths, each one sharp and cold, burning my lungs. I could hear him before I saw him—a soft step, deliberate, almost reverent in its quiet. And yet, I had already known him. I had recognized him the moment he had appeared in my life, in whispers, in attacks, in the faint traces of blood and scent.But knowing who he was had never answered the question of why.He stepped from between two towering pines, the moonlight slicing his features in thin silver lines. My father’s abandoned son. My half-brother. His presence was as inevitable as the night itself, a shadow moving with intent, eyes sharp and cold, familiar and foreign all at once. Every instinct in me screamed to strike, to tear him apart, to demand answers that I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.“Juliette.” His voice

Juliette’s POVDarkness swallowed me the moment the intruder slammed the heavy door shut. My pulse hammered against my ribs, echoing in my ears like the beat of a war drum. The cold stone floor pressed against my palms and knees as I struggled to regain my balance. My Omega senses flared wildly, searching for any trace of Rowan Mercer—the man I had known all my life yet hadn’t understood until now. His presence lingered like smoke in the air, thick and suffocating.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice calm, almost unnervingly gentle, but it cut through me like a knife. “Good. I wanted you conscious for this part.”I pushed myself up, pressing my back against the wall, forcing my claws to retract. Fear, anger, and frustration coiled inside me like a storm. I had faced threats before—enemies, rivals, intruders—but Rowan was different. He wasn’t just an intruder; he was my blood, my brother, and yet the weight of his betrayal pressed down on me heavier than any pack member or predator ever

Juliette’s POVThe fortress twisted around me like a living beast, hallways folding into themselves, shadows stretching unnaturally long. Every step I took echoed against the cold stone, sharp and insistent, a reminder that I was utterly alone. Rowan Mercer had vanished into the darkness, but I could feel him everywhere. His energy pulsed like a heartbeat in the shadows, almost taunting me, almost daring me to step wrong.I forced myself to breathe evenly, letting my Omega instincts guide me. My claws scraped against the floor as I moved cautiously through the corridor, each sense stretched to its limits. I could feel every draft, hear every whisper of stone, smell the faint trace of Rowan’s presence. The fortress wasn’t just a building—it was a trap. And I was its intended prey.I rounded a corner, halting as faint symbols glowed along the walls. They weren’t random. Each mark vibrated with energy, a pattern I instinctively recognized from Rowan’s previous manipulations. He was metic

Juliette’s POVThe tunnel was suffocating, narrow, and suffused with the scent of dust, damp stone, and something older—something deliberate. Rowan Mercer had brought me here, deeper into the fortress’s underbelly, and I knew instinctively that this was no random hiding place. Every shadow seemed to twitch with intent, every draft of air whispered secrets. My claws scraped lightly against the stone, and I let my Omega senses guide me, alert to the faintest shifts, the smallest traces of energy.I moved cautiously, each step measured. The tunnel curved and twisted unnaturally, as if the fortress itself had been built to disorient, to trap, to make an Omega hesitate. But hesitation could be fatal. I could not afford it—not with Rowan Mercer holding me, not with whatever he planned dangling just beyond the reach of my understanding.Ahead, a faint glow drew my attention. It wasn’t fire, nor the usual trickle of light through cracks—it was deliberate, soft but unyielding. Rowan must have

Juliette’s POVThe tunnels groaned beneath us. Dust and debris fell in sporadic showers, kicked loose by the tremors of Rowan Mercer’s lair. Every step I took was measured, cautious, but the surge of energy within me refused to calm. My Omega senses were alive, buzzing with alerts, warnings, instincts honed by months of fighting, surviving, running, and losing. I had fled the collapse, but I hadn’t escaped entirely. Not yet.Then I heard it. Voices. Familiar, raw, charged with relief and frustration all at once.“Juliette!” Dorian’s voice cut through the chaos.And then Bryan. “Juliette! Are you—?”I didn’t wait for them to finish. My feet carried me faster, energy flaring around me instinctively, forming a protective aura that shimmered in the dusty, dim light. The tunnels were unstable, the ceiling shifting above, and yet the pull to see them, to know they were alive and not trapped somewhere else in the ruins of this labyrinth, drove me onward.Finally, I broke through a narrowing