All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Everett POVBetween working with the Mythguard to cover up the attack, dealing with the death of another packmate, and Aislin suddenly telling me she was no longer certain about our mateship, I didn’t know what to think or feel anymore. I had begun to believe it was better for me to feel nothing at all.Aislin left my house that night to be with her pack. I tried to understand her perspective, but that had always been my weakness. A lack of empathy. I festered in a pool of despair with nothing but self-reflection to keep me occupied as the night wore on, once more facing a lack of sleep. All night, I laid in bed thinking of what I’d said to Aislin and how our sweet, quiet moment had deteriorated into an argument. I blamed myself for my lack of confidence in our future, but she had asked and I was just being realistic. Maybe that had frightened her—the idea that we could very well die within the next few weeks as David underwent the Lycan ritual. She would rather spend her last few we

Aislin POVGavin gathered his remaining packmates together in the pack cabin, though there weren’t many of us left. With Wendy, Philip, Barbara, and Casimir out of town, Niko and my father dead, and my mother in the hospital, it was just me, Billie, Albin, and Gavin. Four wolves from the ten that there initially was, two months ago before this had all started. Albin was bandaged up around his stomach, the gunshot wound swiftly closing, but still not in prime condition, while Gavin, Billie, and I were in various states of banged up from the fight. We looked like a sorry lot, and we felt like it, too.With a sigh, Gavin stood before us all and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “There’s no easy way to say this. We can’t stay here. It’s not safe since David has Muriel in his possession and we no longer know where he and his followers are hiding. They could strike any moment to wipe us out and ensure that they complete the Lycan ritual without interruption. For that reason, Everett a

Everett POVI was never more certain about something than I was about marking Aislin in that moment. I knew it was what I wanted because I had been thinking about it for days. Obsessing over it, wishing I could do it in the moments we were alone before. Aislin Mundy was my fated mate, and she was the only person I wanted to be with—the sooner I could mark her, the better. Now was the time to do it.My relief was immeasurable when she told me to mark her. Propped up above her, with my cock still inside her and our hearts beating in time, this was as close as we could get before the marking ritual and still it wasn’t enough—I had to make her mine. Sealing our lips with a long kiss, I slowly brushed back her hair and revealed a tract of skin on her neck where the tendon was firm. Gentle pecks staked my claim on the spot where I was to draw her blood. She found a place of her own under my jaw, where I felt her hot breath against my ear. Our bodies fit together perfectly, snug as two puzzl

The effect of the marking ritual was distinct and immediate. The swirling, volatile angers within me met their match in the preternatural bond granted by the Moon Goddess, and the inferno of my fear and fury became tamed. I was eternally bound to Everett. My wolf would never have to run alone again.That first night, I slept better than I ever had. Snuggled up against Everett’s warm, comforting chest, I finally felt at home with him, and I was ready to live this feeling for the rest of my life. Everett March, the stoic Alpha of Eastpeak, was my mate.After meeting with Sebastian, I felt the compulsion to do more. There was only so much we could depend on the Mythguard for. Everett and I shared that thought. While he got our packmates ready for the hunt in the yard and we waited for Gavin and Billie to bring my mother home from the hospital, I sat by myself in Everett’s home office. In the chair where he usually pondered his next move, I gazed out across the world that had for so long

I’d been running for days. The search for my mother had led me all the way from Montana to the forests of Colorado, and I was so close to finding her that some nights, I swore I heard her voice coming out of the darkness. She was waiting for me, and from wherever she was, whoever had taken her, I was going to rescue her.The last time I’d seen her was months ago when she helped me escape. My beautiful mother, with her wavy silver hair hanging off her shoulders, looked exhausted and disheveled after we ran from the warehouse we were kept in. That was the image that drove me forward.“Kiara,” she said desperately as the dragons searched for us with flashlights, “run, hide, don’t ever look back. Don’t come for me. I’ll make my way back to you, I promise.”If I were younger, it would have been easier for me to run, hide, and wait. But not now. Eighteen years old and brave, fleeing while allowing my mother to fall into the light of the searching dragons was cowardly enough. I should have s