All Chapters of Claimed by the Forbidden Alpha: Wild Bond : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sam's loft, once a sanctuary of discoveries and surrenders, had transformed into an arena of judgment. The challenge thrown by Marcus and the dissidents of the pack in the previous meeting had not been mere smoke; the hostility now tasted of blood and urgency. They hadn't waited for an invitation. The invasion happened at dusk, when the purple light of twilight bathed the asphalt outside. Marcus had returned, but this time not to discuss traditions or bloodlines. He came to claim the honor he believed lost, accompanied by a growl that made the apartment windows tremble.Adreas felt the impact before he even saw the movement. Through the mark on his neck, he sensed Sam's fury erupt like a volcano. The loft was invaded by the acrid scent of wild wolf. Marcus was no longer under human skin; he was in a state of partial transformation, his yellow eyes bloodshot with rage, his canines bared in a promise of tearing apart. He lunged at Adreas, but Sam stepped into his path with the speed of

The loft, which for weeks had served as the epicenter of a sensory revolution and battles for honor, suddenly seemed filled with a different kind of silence — one not made of peace, but of a sharp awareness of the invisible clock ticking inside Adreas’s chest. He sat on the windowsill, watching the endless flow of cars below. The city carried on, indifferent to the fact that in a few decades, all those people would be replaced by others. Adreas felt a tightness in his chest as he looked at his own reflection in the glass: the expression lines were still minimal, twenty-five years stamped on firm skin, but the thought that Sam — who now appeared in the reflection behind him — would remain exactly like this for another eight centuries was a silent torture.Sam approached, wrapping his broad arms around Adreas’s shoulders. Through the mark on his neck, Adreas felt the wave of the wolf’s concern, a rhythmic warmth that tried, in vain, to dispel the coldness of the young man’s thoughts.“Y

The isolation in the forest cabin brought not only peace, but a dangerous amplification of the sensory curiosity that drove the relationship between Adreas and Sam. With no outside world to dictate what was acceptable or safe, Sam’s obsession with absolute possession found a new language. If before desire had been a raw, instinctive force, it was now becoming meticulous. The rustic setting, lit only by candles whose flames danced across the wooden walls, became the stage for an exploration of limits that would leave any ordinary human routine far behind.Sam had brought with him a black leather case whose contents Adreas had only glimpsed. That night the air outside was cold, but the fireplace had turned the bedroom into a furnace of anticipation. Adreas sat on the bed, watching Sam remove the first items. The gleam of stainless steel and the scent of new leather mingled with the smell of pine and the feverish heat radiating from the shapeshifter. The presence of toys and control elem

The silence that Sam had imposed on the bond of the mark had been the bitterest mistake of his one hundred and seventy years. While he confronted Kira miles away from the cabin, his senses—usually infallible—were clouded by a toxic fog of doubt and wounded pride. But Adreas’s mental scream, that raw discharge of pure panic and desolate love, cut through the emotional static like lightning. Sam froze in the middle of the forest, Kira’s voice fading into meaningless background noise. Through the mark on Adreas’s neck, he smelled cold metal and the homicidal intent of the guard he had left behind. The betrayal hadn’t come from the human; it had come from his own misplaced trust.The transformation was not gradual. It was an explosion of anatomy and hatred. Sam didn’t merely release the wolf; he became the embodiment of fury. His clothes tore apart as his musculature expanded to monstrous proportions, the crack of bones blending with a roar that seemed to bend the centuries-old trees of t

The return from the cabin to the city was not a homecoming; it was the beginning of a voluntary exile. As Sam’s jeep cut through the morning mist of the ridge, Adreas watched the trees fall away behind them—and with them, the image of the man he used to be. The trauma of Kira’s betrayal and Sam’s bloody rescue had acted like a solvent, dissolving the last ties that bound him to the normalcy of his twenty-five years. He glanced at his own phone on the dashboard—dozens of accumulated messages from friends, work deadline notifications, reminders of a life made of pixels and sterile social obligations. All of it now seemed to belong to a stranger.Through the mark on his neck, Sam felt every fluctuation in Adreas’s thoughts. The bond was more open than ever, a continuous torrent of emotions that fused the wolf’s despair with the human’s determination. Sam reached over and covered Adreas’s hand, the heat of his skin a silent confirmation that there was no path back.“You don’t have to do t