All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Let’s say you’re right,” I say, "my back to him, “and I am of that bloodline. Maybe one of my parents is, too.”“No.”The certainty in his voice makes me turn.He shakes his head.“Your magic is weak, but if your parents were descendants, at least one of your siblings would have had magical capabilities.”His eyes search my face.“From your reaction to all this, I’m guessing none of them ever showed any signs.”The room starts to spin. I grip the edge of the desk to steady myself.“No. They didn’t.”“Which means you were placed with them.”“You’re saying I’m adopted.”The words feel like broken glass in my throat.“I’m saying it’s the most likely explanation.”His voice gentles slightly, but there’s steel beneath it.“The necromancer must be aware of your history. He must have been watching you for a long time, in each life, and even in this one.”Kieran slowly moves closer to me, and the grace in his movements distracts me for a moment.“We need to find out how you came to be raised

Watching her sleep, I feel a primal stirring in my chest.Daciana lies on her stomach, the sheet tangled around her hips, leaving her back bare to the morning light filtering through the curtains. Marks litter her pale skin: red scratches, bruises already blooming purple, the imprint of my teeth on her shoulder.Pride rather than guilt surges through me. Mine. The wolf in me practically purrs at the sight, at the proof that she belongs to me.It has been three days since we mated, and I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her. Every time I think I’m satisfied, she makes some small sound or moves in a certain way, and the hunger roars back to life.This has never happened to me before. Not with any of her past selves. I was gentle with them, loving, adoring. But this vicious hunger that claws at my insides? This hunger that wants to consume her, possess her, mark her so completely that she can never belong to anyone else? This savage possessiveness belongs only to Daciana. To this v

Her eyes light up with understanding.“So, they know we’re there, they just don’t care?”“Exactly. Only somebody who has magic, like a witch, would be able to distinguish what’s happening. And even then, they’d need to get close to us to understand what I’ve done.”A grin spreads across her face.“That’s a useful spell.”“It is,” I agree, feeling warmth bloom in my chest at her delight. “It’s one of my favorites. But I can only maintain it for so long. That’s why we need to hurry.”We walk quickly through the outer grounds, leaving the palace behind. With each step, I feel the tension in my shoulders ease. The pressure of being the alpha, of the constant political maneuvering, of the threats that seem to come from every direction—it all falls away.“Where are we going?” Daciana asks, slightly breathless from our pace.“It’s a surprise.”She shoots me a look.“You’re really not going to tell me?”“Where’s the fun in that?”We reach the edge of the grounds, where the carefully manicured

The festival sprawls before us like an image from a dream. Lanterns hang from every post and tree, their warm glow painting everything in shades of amber and gold. The air smells of roasted meat and sweet pastries, and everywhere I look, humans are laughing, dancing, living without the weight of survival crushing down on them.“Come on,” Kieran says, his hand finding the small of my back. His palm is warm through the thin fabric of my shirt, his fingers splayed wide. “Let’s try everything.”I glance up at him. “Everything?”“Everything.” His eyes gleam playfully, a look I’ve never seen before from my mate. It transforms him, makes him seem younger despite the silver that highlights his dark hair.We start at a game booth where children are throwing wooden balls at painted bottles. Kieran pays the vendor and hands me three balls. His fingers brush mine, lingering longer than necessary.“I’ve never done this before,” I admit.“I’ll teach you.” He moves behind me, his chest against my ba

My pussy tightens at his vulgar words. He doesn’t normally use foul language, but in bed, when it’s just us, he says things that I would slap any other man for. And I like it. I like being subservient to him like this.He begins to move faster, and I relax completely, my hands moving to his hips. These are not gentle thrusts anymore. He’s doing exactly what he said: using my mouth. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, and for a moment, I can’t breathe as he holds himself there. His hands grip my head and move it exactly how he pleases.My pussy is dripping on the forest floor. Keiran is watching me, and as he fucks my mouth, he groans, a harsh guttural sound that goes straight to my core. I can feel myself on the edge.His own control is fracturing as his cock moves faster, chasing his pleasure—and then, I feel him stiffen. Kieran’s breathing is ragged as he looks down at me. Before I know what’s happening he yanks me up by my hair, spins me around, and slams me against the t