All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara's POVMultiple healers move between the beds, their green robes marking their status within the pack hierarchy. At the center of it all stands Healer Morrigan’s office, a glass-walled space that allows her to oversee everything and establishes her authority.Leaving small drops of blood on the pristine white floors, I limp toward her door, my basket of hard-won herbs clutched tightly in my arms. Several healers glance my way, but no one offers assistance. They’re too busy with “proper” pack members.Healer Morrigan looks up from her desk as I approach, her plump figure draped in the finest green robes to mark her position. Her warm brown eyes—the kind that crinkle at the corners when she smiles at other pack members—regard me with obvious displeasure. Her graying hair is pulled back in a neat bun. Normally, her round face would be welcoming, but when she looks at me now, all the compassion drains from her expression.“You’re late,” she says, her usually melodious voice turning c

Elara's POVBack in my kitchen, I grind the leaves with a mortar and pestle that belonged to my mother. The stone is worn smooth from years of use, and sometimes I imagine I can still feel the warmth of her hands on it. I add a few drops of water and a pinch of dried moonbell petals, creating a thick, verdant paste that fills the kitchen with a pungent, medicinal scent.My mother’s journal sits on the kitchen counter, its leather binding cracked and its pages yellowed with age. I flip to the section on wound healing, running my finger along her careful handwriting.I’ve read this page a hundred times, but I still check the proportions carefully. Before her death, my mother was the most skilled healer the Silver Stone Pack had ever seen. Her knowledge lives on in this journal, and through countless hours of experimentation, I’ve learned to replicate her remedies.The paste goes on cool and soothing, immediately numbing the worst of my pain. I can feel the herbs providing a protective c

Elara's POV It comes to a stop in front of me, and the driver’s door opens. A lanky, brown-haired man gets out, and the corner of his eyes crease when he sees me.“Elara!”Before I can say anything, he bounces past the front of the car and wraps his arms around me.“It’s been weeks!”I laugh, returning the hug. “Two weeks, yes. You look good.”When he pulls back, his sweet, brown eyes make my heart flutter just enough.Andrew Crew is a human male in his early twenties, just a couple years younger than me. Normally, humans are not allowed to know about the existence of wolf shifters, but I saved Andrew’s life several years ago. He had been searching for the exact herbs that are now in my knapsack when he was attacked by a shadow bear. Fortunately, I was nearby and managed to save him, risking my own life in the process.What started off as a hesitant friendship turned into a deep affection.“Two weeks is a long time,” he complains, his arms settling around my waist. “Why don’t you ju

Elara's POV I sigh, mentally preparing myself for the tongue-lashing I’m about to receive.“Get your filthy hands off my daughter!” Helen snarls, grabbing the little girl’s arm so roughly that Mary whimpers.“I was just fixing—” I start to explain, pointing at the doll.“I don’t care what you think you were doing.” The woman’s eyes blaze with fury as she pulls Mary behind her. “Don’t you ever touch her again, you hear me? Don’t even look at her.”“Mama, she helped me—” Mary tries to protest, but her mother cuts her off.“Shut up, Mary! I’ve told you not to go near her!” The woman’s voice drops to a venomous whisper. “If I see you near my daughter again, I’ll report you to Alpha Blackwood.”They hurry away, Mary casting confused glances back at me over her shoulder. I stand there holding the small flower, my hands trembling with a mixture of humiliation and rage.Report me? For what? For cleaning a scraped knee and fixing a doll?I tuck the flower carefully into my shirt pocket and co

Elara's POV It shouldn’t surprise me that Alpha Blackwood refuses to see me.Within a wolf pack, the alpha’s doors are open to all pack members. They can enter at any time. But me? I have to beg to see ours. The warriors guarding the main pack hall have refused to let me in, the disdain on their faces pissing me off.“It’s been two days!” I get right up in the bulkier of the two men’s space. “I may not have a wolf, but I’m still part of this pack! I have every right to go in there!”The warrior, Henrik, exchanges an amused look with his companion before crossing his arms over his chest.“You go in if I let you go in. And I’m telling you he doesn’t have time for your kind. Get lost before I beat that into your skull.”The other warrior, George, laughs.“Do it. Let’s see whether her brains go splat on the ground.”The dangerous gleam in their eyes has me taking a step back.“You can’t do this. This isn’t right. He’s my alpha, too.”George tilts his head, studying me with an unnerving l