All Chapters of Claimed Without a Scent: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 — The ClaimingRhea’s POVEverything happens too fast.One second, Remy is kissing me. The next, a growl tears through the forest like thunder.Then Ryker steps out of the shadows.Our eyes meet.And the world explodes.The bond slams into place so hard I actually stumble. Pain and pleasure and recognition all at once. My chest feels like it’s splitting open.Sable howls. FINALLY. FINALLY.“MINE.”The word comes out as a roar. Primal. Absolute.I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything except stare at him.His eyes are pure gold now. King’s eyes. Locked on me with an intensity that makes my knees weak.“Yours,” I whisper. Because it’s true. It’s always been true.Ryker starts walking toward us. Fast. Furious.His eyes shift to Remy. And the look on his face—Oh god. He’s going to kill him.I move without thinking. Step in front of Remy. Arms spread wide.“Don’t,” I say. My voice shakes but I hold my ground. “Don’t you dare.”Ryker stops. Five feet away. His chest heav

Chapter 13 — Morning AfterRhea’s POVI don’t sleep.I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. The kiss with Remy. Ryker’s roar. The bond snapping into place. His hands on my face. His voice saying “mine.”My chest aches. Not from pain this time. From something else. Something that feels like coming home and jumping off a cliff at the same time.Sable is quiet. Content. Finally at peace.I’m not at peace. I’m a mess.Because I can’t stop thinking about Remy’s face when Ryker appeared. The confusion. The hurt. The realization that he never had a chance.I care about Remy. I do. He’s been kind and loyal and protective for years.But if I’m honest—really honest—I would always choose Ryker. Mate or not. Bond or not. There’s something about him that calls to the deepest part of me.That doesn’t make it hurt less.I roll over. Bury my face in my pillow.“I’m a terrible person,” I mutter.You’re not, Sable says gently. You’re just mated. That’s different.I let Remy kiss me

Chapter 15 — ExposedRemy’s POVClaude is ready.I can feel him beneath my skin, coiled tight, waiting for the signal. My wolf has always been patient. Methodical. It’s what makes us good fighters—we don’t rush, we calculate.“Final match,” Beta Jack announces. “Joric Hall versus Remy Anderson. Fighters, take your positions.”I walk to my side of the arena. Joric walks to his.He’s already vibrating with aggression. His eyes are wild. Unfocused. He’s been spiraling since Rhea rejected him, and it shows.This should be an easy fight. Should be.But nothing involving Joric feels easy right now.“Shift when ready,” Beta Jack says.I close my eyes. Let Claude surface.The transformation is smooth. Familiar. Bones shift. Fur sprouts. Within seconds, I’m standing on four legs instead of two.Claude is large—larger than most wolves in the pack. Dark brown fur covers most of my body, lighter brown on my paws. We’re built for endurance, not brute strength.Across from us, Joric shifts into a m

Chapter 17 — UnderstoodRyker’s POVThe door closes behind Rhea.I stand there staring at it. My chest tight. My hands clenched into fists.She left.My mate just walked away from me.King is pacing. Agitated. Go after her. Bring her back.I can’t. She asked for space. I have to give it to her.Even if it’s killing me.“That went well.”I turn. Colt is leaning against the wall. Arms crossed. Watching me with that knowing look.“Shut up.”“I’m just saying—announcing the bond publicly before talking to her parents was maybe not your best move.”“I know that NOW.”“Did you know it then?”I run a hand through my hair. “No. I just—Joric tried to attack her and I—I reacted.”“You claimed her.”“Yes.”“In front of hundreds of wolves.”“Yes.”“Without asking her first.”“I KNOW.” I sink into a chair. Drop my head into my hands. “I know I messed up. You don’t have to keep listing it.”Colt moves to the chair across from me. Sits.“Can I tell you something?” he asks.“Do I have a choice?”“No.”

Chapter 19 — ResistanceRhea’s POVI hate this.I hate the carriage. I hate the long road. I hate that I’m being dragged to the palace like some prize he won.Most of all, I hate that a small part of me is excited about it.“You’re pouting,” Ryker says from across the carriage.“I’m not pouting.”“You’ve been glaring out the window for three hours.”“Maybe I like the view.”“We’re passing through farmland. There’s nothing to see.”I turn to glare at him instead. “Better?”His lips twitch. Almost a smile. “Much.”I go back to staring out the window.Sable is amused. You’re being difficult on purpose.So?So it’s not going to change anything. We’re going to the palace. We’re going to be with our mate. Accept it.I don’t want to accept it. I want to be angry.But she’s right. This is happening whether I like it or not.The palace finally comes into view. Massive. Imposing. Beautiful in a cold, intimidating way.My stomach twists.“Nervous?” Ryker asks.“No.”“Liar.”I shoot him another g