All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elara's POVI wake up feeling like I’ve been turned inside out and reassembled wrong.My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache, but there’s something else—an energy thrumming beneath my skin that feels foreign. Electric. Like someone has replaced my blood with lightning.For a moment, I don’t know where I am. The last thing I remember is pain. Andrew’s face as he watched me being beaten. The sound Luna made when she hit the wall. The taste of blood in my mouth and the growing certainty that I was going to die in that horrible room.But I’m not in that room anymore. I’m lying on soft grass beneath towering trees, wearing clothes that feel like silk against my skin. The fabric is expensive—softer than anything I’ve ever owned. Above me, filtered sunlight dances through green leaves, and somewhere nearby, I can smell meat cooking over a fire.I stare blankly at the sky, feeling absolutely nothing. Empty. Hollow. Like someone reached inside my chest and scooped out everything that

Elara's POV“I am.” The words sound final. “I fell for a human who wanted to sell me so I could be bred like a farm animal. So my children could be sold as exotic pets to powerful humans who wanted shifters as slaves.”Kael goes completely still.“I’m stupid and pathetic, and you were right all along. I was annoying. I kept trying to find the good in life when the truth is that there is none.”Silence stretches between us. Luna purrs against my chest, the only sound in our little clearing.Finally, Kael speaks. “You trusted Andrew because he said he cared about you.”“Yes.”“Would you trust me if I show you that I care about you?”Anger flares in my chest, and my voice turns sharp, cutting. “I don’t need you feeling sorry for me.” I start to stand up, and Luna hops off my lap. “If you want a charity case, go find someone else to save.”His expression darkens instantly. “That’s not what this is.”“What is it, then?” We’re both on our feet now, and I back away from him. “Why else would

Kael's POVWatching Elara sleep is both a blessing and a torment. She is curled on her side with Luna pressed against her chest, one hand buried in the cat’s black fur as if she’s afraid to let go. Even in sleep, there are lines of pain etched around her eyes, a tension in her shoulders that never fully relaxes.The mating bond pulses steadily in my chest—a constant rhythm that tells me she’s alive, she’s breathing, she’s mine. It’s the only thing that has kept me sane these past four days while she recovered. That connection tied me to her, proving she wasn’t slipping away despite how broken she looked when I found her.But with the bond, I can also feel the emptiness in her. The hollow ache where her bright spirit used to be. Andrew didn’t only hurt her body; he shattered something fundamental inside her. Stole the light from her eyes, the music from her laughter.Andrew Crew. He’s going to pay for every tear she shed, every moment of trust he twisted into a weapon against her.A

Kael's POVElara stirs in her sleep, a small frown creasing her brow. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused at first, then sharpening as reality sinks in. She stares up at me from my lap, taking in our position.I expect her to scramble away, to put distance between us like she has done all day. Instead, she just sighs and closes her eyes again.“Why are you growling?” Her voice is thick with sleep and irritation. “You’re bothering me.”I didn’t realize I was growling, but now I feel the low rumble in my chest. My lips twitch despite my dark thoughts. Even half-asleep, she’s giving me attitude.“What do you want, Elara?”“I want you to let me sleep and stop being annoying.”The word “annoying” hits me like a spark to dry kindling. Before I can stop myself, my hand tangles in her hair, gripping a fistful—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to force her to look at me.My voice drops dangerously low. “Is this how you plan to speak to me from now on?”Her eyes glitter with defiance even

Elara's POVI don’t understand what has happened to Kael.The taciturn mercenary who barely spoke unless he was giving orders has been replaced by someone who can’t seem to stop touching me. His fingers graze my arm when he hands me water. His hand supports my back when I sit up too quickly. He pulls me into his lap as if he has every right to do so.During our journey, he was sharp-tongued and dismissive, answering my questions with grunts or cutting remarks. Now he watches me with an intensity that makes my skin burn, and every casual brush feels like he’s branding me.And the worst part? My body responds to his touch like I’m starved for contact.“Let me go,” I demanded again, pushing against his chest. But he’s solid as stone, completely immovable.His hand tightens in my hair, not painfully but possessively in a way that makes my body temperature rise.“Getting back at Andrew will be the first time you take a stand for yourself.”His other hand trails along my collarbone, and I c