Lahat ng Kabanata ng CLAIMED BY THE MAD ALPHA BROTHERS : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

NIKOLAIHer scent wrapped around me like silk, sliding under my skin and settling deep in my bones. Every breath I took pulled it deeper, made my beast purr with satisfaction, made the constant gnawing hunger that had been clawing at my insides for days finally, finally quiet.It was her.Anokai.Our little orchid.My shadows stilled around me, no longer writhing with agitation. The darkness that usually pressed against my control, demanding release, demanding blood and violence and chaos, settled. Like a wild animal suddenly tamed, suddenly content.I breathed in again, deeper this time, wanting more of that scent. I need more.And then it faded.Not disappeared, that would have been too merciful. Just faded. The lingering traces growing weaker with each passing second until all that remained was the ghost of what had been there.My beast roared in protest.More, it demanded. Need more. Need her.My shadows exploded outward before I could stop them, spilling across the floor, climbin

ANOKAIVoices.I heard voices in my sleep, distant and muffled, like they were coming from underwater. They pulled at me, dragging me up from the depths of unconsciousness where I’d been floating peacefully.I didn’t want to wake up. Sleep was safe. Sleep was quiet. Sleep didn’t have kidnapping attempts or jealous women or alphas who looked at me like I was both salvation and destruction.But the voices persisted, growing louder, sharper. Angry.My eyelids fluttered, heavy and resistant. I blinked once, twice, trying to clear the fog from my vision.The ceiling above me was wrong.Not the plain white ceiling of my room, but something darker. Richer. With intricate wood carvings running along the beams that I didn’t recognize.Confusion settled over me like a blanket as I pushed myself up slightly, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.This wasn’t my room.The walls were different—darker. The furniture was larger, more masculine. Everything smelled different too. Not the soft, clean scen

EMIRIELThe afternoon sun streamed through the window of my office, but I barely noticed it. My eyes were fixed on the papers scattered across my desk. reports, accounts of the mysterious deaths but the words blurred together, meaningless.I couldn’t move past her words from yesterday.I came here because I had no choice.I was sent here as a spy.I’ve told you everything.Her voice echoed in my mind, sharp and defiant and tinged with something that might have been pain. But she’d delivered it all so coldly, so matter-of-factly, like she’d moved past caring whether we believed her or not.Like she’d given up.And that bothered me more than it should have.My beast stirred restlessly beneath my skin, a constant gnawing presence that had only gotten worse since last night. The moment her scent had disappeared from Nikolai’s room, the moment she’d slammed the door and left, taking that calming presence with her, everything had spiraled.All of our beasts had started raging again.Nikola

ANOKAI’S POV“If you’re trying to kill me,” I said, my breath coming in short gasps as we climbed yet another steep incline, “you should just tell me now. At least give me the dignity of knowing.”My legs burned, my lungs ached, and sweat dampened my back despite the cooling afternoon air. We’d been walking—no, climbing for what felt like an eternity, following a narrow path that wound up and up through increasingly dense trees.“We’re close,” Rowan said without looking back, his pace never slowing.“You said that ten minutes ago,” I muttered.“And we’re closer now than we were then,” Emiriel added from behind me, amusement threading through his voice.I wanted to snap at him, but I needed all my breath just to keep moving. The path was getting steeper, the rocks under my feet loose and treacherous. More than once I’d nearly slipped, catching myself at the last moment.Where the hell were they taking me?We rounded another bend, and suddenly the trees thinned. The oppressive canopy

MALACHI
The air in the room was suffocating.
Tension rolled off every surface, thick and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. I stood beside my brothers, all of us positioned in a loose semicircle facing the three figures seated across from us.
The council.
Three of them, draped in white cloths that covered them from head to toe, obscuring any identifying features.
Not a glimpse of skin, not a hint of face. Just white fabric that seemed to shimmer in the dim light, making them look more like ghosts than people.
In all my years, I’d never seen the council. None of us had. They existed in shadows and whispers, pulling strings from behind closed doors, making decisions that affected entire packs without ever showing themselves.
And now they were here. In our territory. In our meeting room.
The power radiating from them was undeniable—not physical strength or supernatural ability, but something more insidious. Authority.
The kind that came from generations of control, of being the ultim