Throne of Wolves 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

Claire’s POV I quickly walk over to my house and step into chaos. My mother is running around trying to tighten my father’s tie while brushing her hair, and Beverly is running up the stairs into the bathroom with half her hair curled. “Go get ready now. Your dress is already laid out,” my mother instructs, putting on a pair of dangling earrings. I nod and look over at her. She’s wearing a dark grey dress that falls to her knees. A belt accentuates her small waist, and her matching heels have a small dark blue bow on the toe. Her blonde hair is curled, with half of it pulled back while the rest falls over her shoulders. Light makeup is painted perfectly across her face. “You look nice,” I compliment. But she waves me off and tells me to hurry. I see she’s back to her usual self again. I make my way upstairs, confused about why I need to look nice. It’s not like he’ll look at me—Tara made that clear. I’m sure his type is more like Beverly. The rest of the wolves love her, and I ha

Claire’s POVIt’s been a day since Martin—well, I guess it’s okay to call him that in private—showed up.After one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, I took a shower and couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened. My father gave the three of them a tour yesterday and later came back to yell at me for disrespecting both him and the Alpha.I had prayed that yesterday would go completely normal.I was supposed to stay quiet while the new Alpha walked into the pack. He would talk to my father for a bit, and I would go home—probably never speaking to the Alpha at all.But that obviously didn’t happen.I can’t believe the Alpha saw me practically naked.I groan at the thought and pray I don’t have to see him again for at least a week. He’ll probably be too busy getting to know the pack anyway.It’s already midday, and I’ve stayed in my room the entire time. I didn’t want to be out there anyway.I lean back against my bed and sigh.It feels like I haven’t run in ages

Claire’s POV“Please change, Claire,” my mother complains as I sit down at the bar while she hurriedly stirs a pot of sauce.“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I ask, looking down at my clothes.I’m wearing a loose striped T-shirt and tight skinny jeans.“Look at yourself. You could look a little nicer since your Alpha is coming. You need to make a good second impression.”“I think we’re past second impressions,” I say quietly.“What does that mean?” my mother snaps, pouring the noodles into a strainer by the sink.Her hair is already straightened, the blonde color shining under the kitchen lights. Her natural red lips—like mine—are glossed, and her cheeks are lightly blushed. Her hazel eyes, though currently glaring at me, sparkle beneath long lashes.She’s wearing a dark blue dress, shorter than the one she wore when the Alpha first arrived. It’s pretty, with long sleeves and interesting cutouts around the neckline.“Nothing, sorry. I’ll change,” I say quickly, jumping off the stool and

Claire’s POVIt’s finally Friday. No school tomorrow.It’s been two days since the dinner, and I haven’t seen the Alpha since. I haven’t gone for a run either.Lawrence has barely talked to me lately too, which definitely isn’t like him. Maybe today I’ll ask him what his deal is.I step out of the bathroom, tying my silver waves into a messy ponytail. I sling my bag over my shoulder and hurry down the stairs, hoping Beverly will be nice enough to give me a ride.I grab an apple from the counter and take a bite as I step outside to the driveway.I see Beverly’s car slowly pulling out. A boy—well, more like a man—is bent over her car window, talking to her.I tilt my head and walk slowly toward them, hoping this isn’t one of her “boyfriends” she has “relations” with. If I interrupt, she’ll definitely be pissed.I guess I could text Logan and ask for a ride.But before I reach them, Beverly nods with a small frown and looks up at me. Her eyebrows crease, and she suddenly speeds onto the

Claire’s POV“Are you afraid of me?” he asks, but it feels more like a demand.I wince at the question.“No, Alpha,” I tell him, though fear and excitement battle in my chest and mind.“I told you not to lie to me,” he says, softer now but still harsh.“I’m sorry, alp—”“Martin,” he interrupts, and I meet his eyes. “Don’t call me Alpha, at least while we’re alone… for now.”I nod slowly, confusion swirling in my head.“Now I’ll ask you again,” his voice drops to a whisper as his head moves closer to mine. “Do you fear me?”I place my hands against the wall to keep from touching his hair and stare into his eyes.“You intimidate me,” I admit, which is true.He smirks slightly.“What’s so intimidating?” he asks.My grey eyes widen, and I search his face. I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head.“Everything about you,” I blurt out before I even think.He frowns, then steps back. For a moment, I think it’s because of me, and I begin to apologize.But then I hear the door open.Beverly pops her