All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: THE SHADOW OF THE NEW MOON

The council chamber smelled of aged wood, polished stone, and the faint, metallic tang of old iron that has socked into the walls generations ago. Lucien Draven sat at the head of the long obsidian table, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, his amber eyes half-lidded as he listened to the elders debate. The lanterns burned low, casting long shadows across the faces of the men who had served Ravencrest for decades, some with loyalty, others with self-interest. The air was thick with the scent of burning pine from the hearth and the underlying tension that always lingered when the Birth of the New Moon festival drew near. This year felt different. The raids on their supply lines had increased. Thorne’s remnants were growing bolder. The Asheville alliance was secured, but fragile. And the rituals beneath the mountain… they were stirring agai

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: THE UNANSWERED QUESTION

The chambers assigned to the Asheville delegation in Ravencrest were elegant but cold. High ceilings, black stone walls softened by rich tapestries depicting ancient battles, and heavy curtains that blocked out most of the mountain wind. Liera sat at the small writing desk by the window, a quill idle in her hand, staring at the blank parchment in front of her. She had intended to write a report for her mother, observations on Ravencrest’s defenses, the mood of the court, the subtle tensions she had noticed during the dinner with Kaelan and his inner circle. Instead, the parchment remained empty, her mind drifting again and again to the same person. Ryke. The Alpha’s shadow. The man who h

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: THE LIGHT.

Celeste woke slowly, wrapped in warmth and the steady rhythm of another heartbeat. Kaelan’s arm was draped over her waist, his large body curled protectively around hers. The early morning light filtered through the curtains of his chambers, casting soft golden hues across the room. She was still in bed, the sheets tangled around them, her nightgown long discarded somewhere on the floor. She shifted slightly, memories of the previous evening flooding back, the way Kaelan had taken her in bed, the slow, reverent way he had worshipped her body until she had come apart in his arms. Her cheeks flushed at the recollection, a pleasant ache between her thighs reminding her of how thoroughly he had claimed her.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR: THE FIRE THAT BURNS

The fire was everywhere. Kaelan stood in the middle of an inferno, flames licking at his skin, the heat so intense it felt like his bones were melting. The air was thick with smoke, choking his lungs, burning his eyes. He could hear screams in the distance. The screams and wails of his people, his pack, dying in the blaze he seemed to have somehow caused. The black stone of Ravencrest crumbled around him, towers collapsing in showers of sparks and ash. What was going on? He didn't have time to ponder, he had only one thought in his mind. Celeste.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE: THE FIRE IN THE DREAM

The study felt smaller than usual that morning, the weight of the nightmare still clinging to Kaelan like smoke on his skin. He had barely slept after the vision of fire and blood, the glowing red tattoos on his chest a constant reminder that something was shifting inside him. The bond in his chest pulled him toward Celeste, warm and insistent, but the fear in the dream, seeing her bleeding, Seraphine broken, the flames consuming everything had left him shaken. He had pulled them to the study after he met them in Celeste room. Seraphine and Celeste. The two women who seemed to hold the answers he desperately needed. They sat across from him at the large oak table, the morning light filtering through the tall windows. Seraphine’s sharp amber eyes

CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX: THE FIRE THAT LINGERS

The study felt heavier than usual that morning, the air thick with the scent of old parchment, burning pine from the hearth, and the faint metallic tang that always seemed to cling to the black stone walls of Ravencrest. Kaelan sat at the head of the long oak table, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the polished wood. The nightmare from the previous night still clung to him like smoke on his skin, the flames consuming everything, Celeste bleeding from her eyes and mouth, Seraphine broken beside her. The red glow of his tattoos had faded by dawn, but the memory of the heat, the screams, the way the bond in his chest had twisted in agony… it refused to leave him. He doesn't understand or know what it meant.He had decided to call on Celeste and Seraphine again to ask for their opinion and delve deeper into it. It must mean something.He had called them here. Seraphine and Celeste. The two women who seemed to hold pieces of the puzzle he desperately needed to solve.Seraphi

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN: THE HIDDEN FLAME

The garden felt different in the late afternoon light, the winter roses glowing with an almost ethereal silver under the fading sun. Celeste sat cross-legged on the soft grass of the flower bed, her hands resting lightly on her knees as Seraphine guided her through the breathing exercises. The older woman sat a short distance away, her sharp amber eyes focused and calm, the mole beneath her right eye catching the light. “Feel the power,” Seraphine murmured. “Don’t force it. Let it flow through you like a river finding its path.” Celeste closed her eyes, drawing in a slow breath. The bond in her chest hummed warmly, golden light spreading through her veins like liquid sunrise. She focused on it, letting the energy stir beneath h

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: THE DOOR THAT WAITS

The dream began with a door. I've never seen it before. It was a strange looking door. It stood alone in the middle of an endless white plain, no walls, no frame, just a single, ancient wooden door carved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly red. Those runes look familiar. She had seen them before but not sure where. Celeste walked toward it barefoot, the ground cold and smooth beneath her feet, the silver in her hair glowing brighter with every step. Her hair had turned completely silver. The bond in her chest tugged gently, warm and golden, as if Kaelan were on the other side waiting for her. As if he was calling her towards the door. She reached out, her fingers brushing the wood. It was warm, alive, humming with power. The runes flared brighter at h

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE: THE SPY AND THE SHADOW PLAN

The longhouse in Moonsbane was dim and smoky, the fire in the central hearth crackling low as the small council gathered around the rough-hewn table. Thorne stood at the head, his broad shoulders tense, the scar along his forearm itching in the heat. The Alpha of Moonsbane, Garrick the Second, sat to his right, his weathered face etched with lines. A handful of elders and warriors flanked them, their expressions grim but determined. Vira sat a short distance away, her hand resting protectively over her belly, her fire-red hair catching the firelight. Thorne leaned forward, his voice low and steady. “The Birth of the New Moon festival is our best chance. Ravencrest opens their gates for traders and visitors. Security will be tighter than usual, but they’ll be distracted. Drunk on wine and revelry. We slip in with the crowds, target key points,

CHAPTER SEVENTY: THE DOOR

The vision still clung to her like smoke that refused to leave her lungs. Celeste sat on the edge of her bed long after the sun had risen, her bare feet pressed against the cold stone floor, her curls falling over her shoulders in tangled waves. Her nightgown was damp with sweat. Her hands trembled in her lap. The bond in her chest pulsed warmly, steadily, as if Kaelan’s presence somewhere in the packhouse was the only thing keeping her from drowning in the aftershocks of what she had seen. The door. Again. It stood alone in an endless white plain, ancient and heavy, carved with runes that glowed the same violent red as the tattoos on Kaelan’s back

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