All Chapters of Accidentally Claimed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dinner went better than anyone, especially Ruby or Ethan, could have anticipated. The food was perfect, the atmosphere light, and for the first time since her arrival, Ruby didn’t feel entirely like a prisoner. Whitney, of course, was the main reason for that. Which only made Ethan feel grateful, She had a talent for ignoring tension and turning even the most awkward situations into social events. By the time dessert was served, she’d charmed half the table, declared Debbie her new best friend, and made everyone laugh more than they had in months.In the days that followed after the dinner, things began to shift. The pack members, once wary of Ruby, started to relax around her. And Ruby, who hadn’t stepped beyond the room Ethan had assigned her since her arrival, began venturing out more, thanks, as always, to Whitney’s relentless energy.Ethan also ensured all meals were taken strictly at the main dining table. This protocol wasn't just for Ruby's benefit; it was the only time he cou

The emotional weight of Ethan's recent confession had finally dissolved the immediate wall between them. As they walked into the Packhouse together, close yet not quite touching, Ethan felt his heart lift with a fragile, hopeful lightness.​He resolved that he would show Ruby more than just the grounds soon, not just the territory but, he would show her the true heart of the Pack. And also make his intentions of holding the Luna Ceremony known. He knew that is probably too soon, afterall it is a massive, daunting step for her, but she needed to understand what it meant to truly belong in his pack. Not just for her safety but it was essential for the Pack's faith in them both.Whitney was still somewhere in the kitchen area, and only her cheerful voice drifted up the stairwell as they ascended. The noise faded with every step, leaving them in a quiet world of polished wood and soft lamplight, isolated and intimately alone.​They reached the landing. Ethan stopped outside her suite door

Charles left the council room in a blur of adrenaline and dread. The Alpha’s permission had been granted, but the warning that came with it, “Don’t let her talk you into doing something stupid,” rang in his ears like a command carved into bone.He knew the risk. Whitney was human, bright, reckless, endlessly curious, and, worst of all, she was the Luna’s closest friend. That alone made her a walking complication, a magnet for scrutiny. Every step he took toward her was a step into dangerous territory. Still, he couldn’t stop.Following the security logs, Charles made his way down the polished hall of the East Wing. His heartbeat thundered in his chest, each pulse syncing with the pull of her scent. The closer he got, the stronger it became, fresh and wild, like rain hitting warm stone, threaded with the faint sweetness of crushed herbs. ​It was addictive.​He paused outside the doorway, steadying himself with a deep breath. His wolf was already pushing forward, clawing at his restrain

After the girl stumbled into Liam’s arms, the rogues began to melt back into the forest too quickly, too easily. Suspicion prickled at the back of Ethan’s mind, but they hadn’t breached the border, and the last thing he wanted was to waste more blood on an uncertain skirmish. Still, he wouldn’t risk carelessness.“Hold your lines,” he ordered his men, then sent a few men beyond the border to make sure the rogues stayed as far away as possible.He and Jason watched as Liam carried the unconscious rogue girl into the infirmary. Ethan then turned to Jason, his voice low and sharp. “Kill anything that moves. Ask questions later. If something important happens, report to me immediately.” And without waiting for a response, he turned toward the packhouse. The fight had suddenly ceased and the forest was now unnaturally still, exuding only the kind of silence that made even an Alpha’s instincts restless. But he would deal with all of that later, right now he has a pressing need. By the time

At the infirmary, the Pack Doctor, Martha, was still tending to the rogue when she stirred, a low groan escaping her chapped lips as she blinked against the sterile white of the infirmary lights. Panic flared the moment awareness returned.Her eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for an escape, a threat, anything. Every sound made her flinch; the steady beep of a monitor felt like a countdown.Adrenaline surged, and her hand shot out, grabbing a scalpel from the nearby medical tray, her grip tight and desperate. She was clearly determined to use it as a weapon if anyone dared approach.​"Relax," Martha said calmly, her voice soft but firm, trying to soothe the terrified girl. "We are here to help you." But she didn't look like she'd heard her until the door opened and a scent of mint and olive hit her, then, Liam strode into the infirmary, his presence commanding and familiar. The instant he crossed the threshold, the rogue's hostile posture faltered. Her fearful eyes fixed o