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All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha's Claimed Breeder: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Thirty

CIARAThe high collar of the velvet gown was rubbing against the fresh, raw sting of the claiming mark. I didn't focus on the pain; my eyes were locked entirely on the head of the mahogany table where Hayes sat.In the center of the marble floor, a young omega servant was on her knees, her hands shaking against the stone."The ledger is explicit, Alpha," Elder Vance barked, slamming his palm down on the wood so hard the silver platters rattled. "Three loaves of barley, a jar of lard, and a sack of dried salt from the winter reserves. The lower cast belongs to the logistics pool. If we allow petty thievery in the kitchens, the ration distribution collapses before the first frost. She must face the cells."The council members murmured, nodding in agreement.Hayes didn't move. He sat back in the high alpha seat, his black eyes fixed entirely on the girl."Did you take the silver plate?" Hayes asked, his voice completely flat."No, Alpha," the girl choked out."Did you take the wine from

Thirty one

CIARAThe grand hall of the Blackthorn pack house was a suffocating tomb of gray stone and low, hostile growls.I stood completely alone in the center of the floor, my posture locked rigid as the high-backed chairs of the pack council loomed over me from the raised dais. "The initialization window has officially closed, Alpha," Elder Vance’s voice echoed off the high, vaulted ceiling, flat and completely devoid of empathy. He sat at the center of the table, his gray eyes tracking my form with the cold evaluation of a man looking at a broken piece of machinery. "The morning results from the pack doctors are empty. The Riverstone female is not pregnant. Her body is actively resisting the Blackthorn lineage, just like we predicted."A low, rumbling murmur of agreement rippled through the dozens of council members lining the sides of the hall. Hayes sat perfectly still in the massive, carved alpha chair. His large, scarred arms were resting flat against the dark wood, his broad should

Thirty Two

CIARAI stayed flush against his chest, my breathing short. "They aren't just coming for a show, Hayes. They want my blood. When that needle comes back empty, Vance is going to put that girl in my bed and throw me in the cells. Do you get that?""I told you to let me worry about the needle," he growled. He violently shoved his hair back, his eyes flashing a dark, frantic gold. "Just look at me like you hate my guts. Give them the friction.""I don't have to fake it," I said, backing up until the edge of the heavy armchair hit the back of my knees. "I am furious. You let them parade her in front of the entire assembly like I’m a broken asset."A heavy, aggressive knock rattled the oak door."Alpha," Vance’s voice boomed through the wood. "The dawn window is closed. The doctors are here for the draw. Bring the Riverstone female out so we can finalize the transfer."Hayes swallowed hard, his jaw locking into a rigid line. He walked to the door and yanked it open halfway, blocking the ha

Thirty Three

HAYESThe heavy oak door slammed shut. I stood perfectly still, my back to the room, my hands resting flat against the cold stone of the mantelpiece. My chest was heaving. My lungs burned. On the left side of my neck, the crescent mark from Ciara’s fangs was screaming. It wasn't a dull throb. It was a searing, white-hot fire that felt like it was melting straight down into my collarbone, locking her name into my flesh.In my entire life. I had never been marked before. I was the Alpha; I took skin, I didn't give it. But right now, the beast in my chest wasn't listening to my commands. He was focused entirely on the female standing just a few feet behind me, demanding that I turn around and claim what she had just branded.I was losing my mind. The panic was a cold, sharp blade cutting straight through my gut. I felt exposed. Weak.I turned around slowly. Ciara was still standing near the heavy armchair, her fingers clutching the torn green velvet of her gown. Her mouth was slightly

Thirty Four

HAYESI needed to prove to my beast that a forced mark did not dictate my choices, that the Graham name wasn't something a Riverstone omega could just bend to her will with a single strike of her teeth.But the moment the room went fully quiet, the air felt like it was stripped of oxygen.A sharp, violent spasm ripped straight through my chest. It wasn't a gradual build or a rising temperature. The crescent bite on the left side of my neck flared with a sudden, white-hot heat that felt like molten lead pouring directly down into my collarbone, locking her presence into my very system. My lungs completely clamped shut. The oxygen in my throat turned to ash, and the room tilted violently.My knees hit the rug hard. I barely managed to catch my weight against the edge of the heavy mahogany desk, my claws bursting from my fingertips, tearing through the fabric of my gloves and scoring deep, jagged lines into the dark wood as I fought to draw a single breath.I leaned heavily against the

Thirty Five

HAYESThe digital transfer files on my screen flashed a cold, bright green, confirming the absolute closure of the southern transit lines. It took less than three hours to systematically rip the floor out from under Beta Kieran’s feet.I leaned back in my heavy leather chair, staring at the financial layout of the Riverstone pack blinking against the dark office walls. Kieran thought he was a genius. He thought that by dumping his defective, weak daughter on my doorstep as a breeder, he had bought himself a permanent shield to keep exploiting the lower-sector omegas under the protection of the Blackthorn flag. He had no idea he had just handed me the perfect reason to destroy him.“He touched her,” Kyle’s voice suddenly slammed through my skull, his tone dripping with a deep, vibrating bloodlust that made my jaws ache. My wolf wasn't pacing anymore. He was pressed against the bars of my restraint, his golden eyes burning behind my own. “The female bears his marks. We saw the purple o

Thirty Six

HAYESBy the time the dark gray light of dawn broke through the high slit windows of my study, Kieran’s empire wasn't just collapsing—it was completely turned to ash.I sat behind my desk, my eyes bloodshot, watching the final digital ledger from the neutral zone banks clear out the remaining reserve funds from the Riverstone account. Every single asset he had built his pathetic, tyrannical reputation on was gone. The silver transits had been entirely seized under the guise of an internal security audit, and his private enforcers had already begun abandoning the southern border walls before the sun even cleared the tree line. He was ruined. Stripped bare. And he still had no idea whose hand had cut the throat of his power.“He is weak now,” Kyle growled deep inside my chest, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of pure animal satisfaction. “A toothless old dog. He cannot reach our mate anymore. He cannot send his filth across our borders to touch her skin. But the girl... the girl is awa

Thirty Seven

HAYESThe double iron doors of the high council hall shattered inward with a deafening crack as I threw them open, the echo vibrating off the massive stone pillars.The thirteen elders of the Blackthorn pack were already seated around the long crescent table, their expensive suits and pristine posture freezing the exact second my shadow spilled across the floorboards. At the head of the table sat Senior Elder Thomas, his gray eyes narrowing as he took in the raw, uncontrolled alpha aura rolling off my body. Beside him, leaning back with a manicured hand resting on her hip, was Selena. She was wearing a smirk, but the scent of her sudden, spiking fear filled the room like burning sulfur.“She smells like the poison,” Kyle hissed in my ears, his teeth snapping against my skull. “She sits with the old men, waiting to see if our mate is dead yet. Let me shred her fine silk dress, Hayes. Let me paint these stone walls with her lying tongue.”I strode down the center aisle, my heavy black b

Thirty Eight

HAYESThe cold air hit my face as I cleared the second-story window frame, my body shifting before I even hit the dirt courtyard below.Bones snapped, muscles expanded, and Kyle took over the physical reins, his midnight-black paws digging deep into the mud as we landed. There was no hesitation. The bond in my chest wasn't just pulling; it was clawing at my lungs, a violent, agonizing wire dragging me straight into the dark treeline after her.“They have their hands on her, Hayes,” Kyle snarled in my head, his voice a raw, echoing pressure against my skull. “They are dragging our female through the cold. Move faster. If they break her, I will tear our own skin off.”I see them, I snapped back mentally, pushing our body into a full, brutal sprint. Branches whipped against my face, slicing into my fur, but I didn't feel a damn thing. The scent of sweet rain and crushed leaves was fading fast, getting choked out by the cheap, bitter musk of rogue wolves and the heavy, copper stench of fr

Thirty Nine

CIARAThe pain in my shoulder woke me up. It was a sharp, deep ache that made it hard to even drag air into my lungs, and every time I tried to shift my weight, my limbs felt completely pinned down against the mattress. Right next to my head, a heart monitor was beeping too fast, the loud rhythm making my skull throb.I forced my eyes open and looked around. I wasn't in my bedroom in the eastern wing anymore. The room was much larger, smelling heavily of chemicals, with rows of glass vials lined up on the counters. I was lying flat on my back, the sheets damp from sweat. The gray tunic dress I had been wearing during the attack was torn wide open at the shoulder, showing dark, swollen lines where the rogue's blade had cut into my skin.But the physical ache wasn't the only thing happening inside me. For twenty-one years, my chest had been a completely quiet space. No wolf's voice. Nothing. My father had made sure of it. Every single morning back at the Riverstone estate, he stood righ

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