All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I wake to warmth pressed against my chest and the scent of her filling my lungs. For a moment, I’m disoriented—caught between sleep and consciousness, unsure where I am or what happened. Suddenly, awareness crashes over me like ice water. Selene. She’s curled against me, naked, her auburn hair spilled across my arm. The mate bond hums contentedly between us, stronger than it’s ever been, wrapping around my ribs like steel bands. My mark sits dark and possessive on her neck, still tender, and when I shift slightly, I feel the ache of her bite on my shoulder. What the hell did we do? My wolf preens with satisfaction, completely unconcerned with the chaos we’ve created. But my mind races, trying to piece together how we went from her attempting to reject me to…this. The kiss. That desperate, consuming kiss that tasted like salvation and damnation all at once. And then, everything after. The way she clawed at me, the sounds she made, how her body responded to mine like we were

“It’s likely.” Astra’s hands move with practiced efficiency, drawing a small sample of the wine into a glass vial. She adds various reagents and watches as the liquid changes colors, her brow furrowed in concentration.Minutes pass in tense silence. I pace the length of the lab, my wolf agitated and snarling. The thought of Zane drugging Selene and manipulating her into accepting his mark makes me want to tear something apart.“I can’t find anything,” Astra mutters finally, frustration clear in her voice. After a moment, she leans closer to the vial and adds another reagent. The liquid shimmers, then turns a faint purple.Her breath catches.“What?” I’m at her side in an instant. “What is it?”“It is an aphrodisiac,” she says slowly, her voice tight with a growing alarm. “But not the kind I thought. This is made from a very rare herb—one that doesn’t only increase desire. It also lowers inhibitions and suppresses the wolf.”Suddenly, I feel dizzy.“Suppresses the wolf?”Astra looks up

I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still aching in places I didn’t know could ache. The mate mark on my neck throbs with a dull heat, a constant reminder of what happened last night. What I let happen.What I made happen by marking him first.The memory has come back—my wolf surging forward, my teeth sinking into Seth with desperate possession. The taste of him, the way the bond had blazed to life between us. I had already claimed him before he claimed me.I turn onto my side, curling into a ball as tears burn behind my eyes. My mind keeps circling back to the same questions, the same impossibilities. Why did I sleepwalk? Why did the mate bond with Seth suddenly roar back to life when it had been silent for two weeks?And why couldn’t I control myself once the wine touched my lips?My body was on fire after that. Not the pleasant warmth of arousal, but something desperate, consuming, like every nerve ending was screaming for his touch. I clawed at him, begged him, moved aga

You should have told me immediately,” Lucian says, his voice deep as he stares at me.I stand before the King’s massive, oak desk, my fingers curled tight, nails biting into my palms. The study is all dark wood and leather, bookshelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling, heavy curtains framing windows that overlook the palace grounds. Astra is positioned beside Lucian’s chair, one hand resting on the back of it, her expression tense and unreadable. He remains seated, but somehow his stillness makes him more intimidating, not less. The afternoon light streaming through the tall windows does nothing to warm the cold knot of dread in my stomach.“I didn’t think it had anything to do with the royal family,” I say quietly, forcing myself to meet his gaze.Lucian leans forward in his chair, his hands flat on the polished surface of his desk. His eyes flash—that dangerous, otherworldly gleam that reminds me he’s not just a king but also one of the most powerful shifters alive. “You didn’

It wasn’t planned,” Seth explains, cutting him off. “The wine was drugged. Selene and I both drank it before I knew it. Things got out of control.” He shakes his head back and forth. “But I’m not sorry it happened. At least now Zane can’t—”He stops abruptly, his jaw clenching so hard I can see the muscle tick.“Drugged?” I hear myself say, confused. “What do you mean, ‘drugged’?”Astra’s expression softens as she looks at me. “The wine Zane gave you. Seth brought the bottle to me this morning for testing.” She hesitates, her fingers tightening on Lucian’s chair. “It contained an aphrodisiac, Selene. But not just any aphrodisiac—this one was specifically designed to suppress your wolf while heightening physical desire.”My mind races, trying to process what she’s saying. The wine! The way my body felt last night—the overwhelming heat, the desperate need that felt both like me and not like me at all… But then I remember Zane’s words, clear as day.“This doesn’t make sense,” I say slowl