Lahat ng Kabanata ng Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Amelia’s POVI never thought I’d run away from my own Pack, but here I was—alone on a train, heading somewhere I hoped they’d never find me.The train jolted forward, and the world outside started to blur. Trees, roads, and buildings flashed past the windows, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get as far away from that place as possible—and never go back.I sat alone in a corner compartment, curled into the faded red velvet of the seat, trying not to think about everything that had happened. I used to believe that if I tried hard enough, my father might see me as more than just a useless Omega. But that hope shattered the moment I overheard him planning to sell me off like I was nothing.I found out by accident. A week ago, I'd been heading down to the kitchen for water in the middle of the night and heard them talking.“She’s useless to us here,” Grace said, her voice low and mean. “But the Pawmoon Pack will pay good money for her. Alpha Ryder needs a breeder, and Amelia’s got t

Amelia’s POV“Who put those on you?” he asked, his voice low, carrying the weight of a command rather than a question.I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. His gaze never left my skin—his expression unreadable, but his intensity making my breath catch.“Sorry. It’s okay.” His tone softened, almost like he realized he’d pushed too far. “Where are you going?”I hesitated. Truth was, I didn’t know. So I told him what little I could.“I’m leaving my pack,” I muttered.Something flickered in his eyes—sympathy? Disappointment? I couldn’t be sure. He stepped closer, his presence so heavy it almost smothered me.“Why not come with me?” His voice was gentler now, coaxing. “I have a pack. You’d be safe there.”I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, footsteps echoed in the hall, followed by a sharp whistle. My heart stopped. He went still, listening.Then, in one fluid motion, he grabbed the curtain, yanking me toward the window. His chest pressed against my back, and for a seco

Amelia’s POV“What? Scared now?” Jasper turned to me with that same nasty grin. “Get moving, Amelia,” he snapped. “Make some tea. And fix yourself up. You look like a mess, and we’ve got an important guest coming.”I glared at him, my throat still sore from where he’d choked me. But I didn’t argue. I knew better than to push him when he was in a mood like this. I shuffled out of the room, my hands shaking as I headed to the safehouse’s tiny kitchen. It was a disgusting place—greasy counters, a sink full of dirty dishes, and a kettle that looked older than me. I boiled water for the tea, my mind racing. Alpha Ryder was really coming. In a couple of minutes this would no longer be a possibility but my new reality. The more I thought of it, the more I pictured just how miserable and tortuous the rest of my life was going to be and the more panicked I became. While the water heated, I caught my reflection in a cracked mirror on the wall. My hair was a tangled mess, my face pale and brui

Amelia’s POVRyder’s shout still echoed in my ears as he stormed toward Jasper, his eyes blazing with fury. Before Jasper could react, Ryder’s fist slammed into his jaw, sending him stumbling back. Jasper hit the wall with a thud, clutching his face.“What the hell, man?” Jasper yelled, scrambling to his feet. “It was just a joke! Chill out!”Ryder stepped closer, towering over him. “Get out,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Now.”Jasper’s face twisted, but he didn’t dare argue. He shot me a nasty glare, muttered something under his breath, and bolted out the door, leaving me alone with Ryder. My cheek stung from Jasper’s slap, and my shoulder throbbed where he’d punched me. I was still shaking, my torn shirt hanging off one arm.Ryder turned to me, his expression softening. He held out his hand. “You okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “Let me help you up.”I stared at his hand, my heart racing. I wanted to take it—the goddess knows how badly I needed to feel something

Amelia’s POVMy stomach twisted. I knew this “game.” Last time, he’d tied me to a chair, blindfolded me, and let his goons throw cold water and insults at me for hours, laughing while I begged them to stop.The memory hit like a hammer, and panic surged through me. “No!” I screamed, thrashing as the servants grabbed me. I kicked, clawed, bit—I didn’t care. Anything to keep them off me. But their hands were iron, their expressions cold. One of them struck me hard across the face, snapping my head sideways.Before I could recover, another blow came—this time to the back of my skull. A flash of white. And then— Nothing.When I woke up, my head was pounding, and the world felt all wrong. I blinked, trying to make sense of it, and realized I was hanging upside down from a ceiling hook, my ankles tied tight with rough rope that bit into my skin.Blood rushed to my head, making my temples throb. My wrists were bound behind me, and my body ached from the beating Jasper’s goons had given