All Chapters of Claimed by the Alpha, Desired by His Blood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The silver tray trembled in my hands as I climbed the stairs to Alpha Zane’s chambers. Bananas. Water. Fresh towels. The usual post-sex amenities he demanded whenever he entertained his women—which was often enough that I’d memorized the routine by heart. My heart shouldn’t have clenched anymore. After eight years of serving in this pack house, I should have been numb to it. But some foolish part of me—the girl who’d watched him save my dying pack when I was fourteen, who’d built him into a god in her mind—still ached every time I delivered this particular tray. Pathetic, I told myself, the word as familiar as my own name. I knocked once, then another time. No answer. Standard procedure when the Alpha was… occupied… was to leave the tray outside. But Head Servant Geraldine’s voice echoed in my skull: “He wants it brought in immediately. Don’t make me repeat myself, fat thing.” I pushed the door open. The scent hit me first, sex and sweat and the cloying fragrance of what

Tiana My feet carried me through the corridors on autopilot, my mind still snagged on the words Alpha Zane had uttered. The pack house felt different as I walked through it. It took me several steps to realize why. People were staring. Not the usual dismissive glances I’d grown accustomed to. It was more of assessing stares that followed my every movement. From a guard tracking my move with his eyes to two other servants pausing their conversation mid-sentence as I approached. Did they know? The meeting had ended mere minutes ago. I quickened my pace, desperate to reach the servants’ quarters where I could hide “Well, well.” Claire came out of nowhere, blocking the hallway, her arms crossed and a cruel smile playing at her lips. “I heard it’s our new Luna,” Claire said, drawing out the title like it was a joke. “Move aside,” I said quietly. “I need to pass.” “Oh, you need to pass?” She stepped forward, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Did you hear that?” S

The great hall had been transformed. White flowers draped every surface—lilies and roses that filled the air with a cloying sweetness that made my stomach turn. Candles flickered in ornate holders, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the pack members who’d gathered to witness this farce. A wedding. A celebration. Except no one was celebrating. The wolves watched with neutral expressions as I walked down the aisle, my hand gripping the arm of Beta Ezra since I had no family to give me away. The white dress they’d forced me into was beautiful—silk and lace but it felt like a burial shroud. At the end of the aisle stood Alpha Zane. He looked devastating in his formal Alpha attire: black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders, his dark hair swept back to reveal those cold, perfect features. He could have been a groom from a fairytale. Except fairytale grooms didn’t look at their brides with thinly veiled contempt. His eyes swept over me once as I approached, find

A knock at my door startled me from my thoughts. “Luna?” A voice called. “May I enter?” My heart skipped because I knew that voice too well. Whenever he visited the pack house, his voice always rang out in the dining hall. But I was never face-to-face with him. Beckoning on me meant one thing. I was going to be with the Alpha’s nephew who was almost the same age as him, alone. Could the ground open, so I’d fall in? “Come in,” I said hesitantly. The door opened, revealing the familiar yet revered face of a man with the same dark hair and strong features that marked him as Blackthorne blood. But where Zane’s face was all hard edges and cold authority, this man’s expression was open. Friendly even. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, as if he were a complete natural at it. “Forgive the intrusion,” he said with an almost theatrical bow. “I’m Kaius. Alpha Zane’s nephew.” He straightened, his grin widening. “I was around the pack house, so I came to pay specia

I pushed through the door and slammed it behind me, my hands shaking with anger and residual pain. What should hurt most? The part that Alpha Zane does not seem to see my pain, or that even in a moment as brutal as that, the only place my eyes could focus on was the dry, chapped lips of Alpha Zane. More evident as he dished out his instruction? For several minutes, I just stood there, breathing hard and waiting for him to burst through and punish me for my insolence. But he didn’t. Through the glass wall, I saw his silhouette appear in his own chambers and watched him stand there for a long moment before he turned away. The second injection that evening was worse than the first. Maybe because my body was already weakened. And that the healers had warned me it would “build” on the previous treatment, which apparently meant compounding the agony. This time, when the silver liquid entered my veins, my wolf didn’t just try to shift. It seemed like she was in a war to break