All Chapters of Claimed by the Outcast Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Divorce?!” My father’s voice thundered through the Council Hall, the grand chamber where he met with the pack’s most influential wolves, just like today. I was there as well, standing quietly in support of my sister. “Lynn, we cannot permit this,” Luna Rosalia said sharply from beside the Alpha’s seat. “The Michaels have been loyal allies to our pack for decades. Severing your marriage with Ned would damage our ties with the Ravencrest Pack.” Lynn stood alone in the center of the council circle, surrounded by elders and ranked wolves. I could see the defiance blazing in her eyes. “If this is because they neglected you in the Eastern Pack,” one of the council members said carefully, “that alone is not sufficient grounds.” “Every marriage has its hardships,” Rosalia pressed on. “Disagreements, distance, seasons of coldness… these are not reasons to abandon a union. Your father and I have endured far worse.” Her eyes drifted, just briefly, in my direction, “and we are still standi

“Hide!” I whispered urgently to Enzo. The corner of his lips curled upward, clearly amused by my panic. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his arm and yanked him off the bed. “Gwen? I’m opening the door now,” Lynn called from the other side. My heart nearly stopped. Without wasting another second, I shoved Enzo inside the bathroom connected to my room just as my bedroom door swung open. ‘Goddess!’ Tiny beads of sweat formed across my forehead as I turned to face my sister. “Is everything okay?” Lynn asked, her eyes sweeping over me. I must have looked as pale as I felt. “I’m fine. I just… feel like…” I trailed off, unable to finish properly. “My stomach didn’t agree with the food from the Eastern Pack.” That part, at least, 

[Soren]  “That wench Gwen is clearly the one pushing Lynn to end our marriage!” Ned snarled, his voice bouncing off the walls of the council hall. “Our marriage was fine before she came here! Why did you invite her into the pack?” His eyes cut directly to me. “Can you stop pinning your marriage problems on me?” I shot back. “You made your own choices, Ned. Don’t blame anyone else for the consequences.” A low growl rumbled from Ned’s throat, his body coiling like he was fighting the urge to lunge across the room. “Enough!” My father’s voice thundered. “Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve done to this pack’s reputation? A trader from the West refused to even speak with me after hearing I can’t control my own people!

[Soren] “Send Ned to the Punishment House!” my father shouted through gritted teeth at the head warrior. “Alpha!” My uncle shot to his feet in immediate protest. Across the room, my aunt’s face drained of color before crumpling into tears. “I gave a direct order to maintain discipline within the pack, yet Ned chose to defy me!” the Alpha roared, his aura crashing heavily against everyone in the room. “And because of his recklessness, the Hollow Pack now sees us as nothing more than a joke!” My mother suddenly let out a hysterical scream as she swept the silver tray and glass vials off the table in one furious motion. “And now you’re telling me that Gwen will only release the herbs to the healer if Ned hands over everything ahead of three days?” My uncle scoffed as he looked at me. “And yet you stood here the other day so confidently, claiming Gwen would help us.” Heat crawled up my neck in humiliation. “She’s only acting this way because Muriel became my mate. Gwen has feeling

[Gwyneth] Different wolves arrived at the Auction House as I stood outside near the entrance. The Blackwood Pack was hosting this year’s event, which made obtaining a Blood Invitation Token easier than expected; it had come directly from Alpha Derrick’s own blood. “Isn’t this Gwen Valerius of the Hollow Pack?” Muriel’s voice cut through the crowd, sharp with amusement as she approached with Soren’s mother beside her. She handed her token to the guard with a proud smile before turning her gaze toward me. “What happened? You couldn’t get inside?” The Luna crossed her arms. “Give me my precious herb, and perhaps I’ll ask for another token on your behalf.” I didn’t bother answering. Just then, one of the auction attendants stepped out from the entrance. “Gwen Valerius?” she called respectfully. Muriel let out a soft laugh. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re here to work as one of the servants.” Her eyes swept over me mockingly. “Make sure you don’t embarrass yourself.” I didn’t bother look