All Chapters of Claimed by the Seven Alphas: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I reached out and shoved Kane's hand off my waist. His brow jumped violently. His molten gold pupils contracted in frantic fury. I met his gaze. Cold. Steady. A silent command. Wait. "I did not release my pheromones." My voice was calm. Only the tip of my tongue still carried the residual numbness of the sedative. I spun around, my gaze plunging straight into Serena's eyes like a blade. "Someone coated my chair, in advance, with a banned induction agent designed to dissolve military-grade suppressant patches." I paused. Bent down. Pulled the surgical scalpel from my boot. The blade tip scraped gently across the armrest of my chair. A gossamer-thin transparent residue clung to the steel, gleaming with an unnatural oily

The blood moon hung impossibly low, a ruptured scarlet heart that drenched the obsidian altar in thick, violent light. The referee's hoarse cry still ricocheted off the stone walls. Cain had hunted and killed an Ancient Direwolf, a feat that should have been the night's only legend. But what sent a collective shudder through the thousands of werewolves in the arena was something far more unthinkable: seven high-ranking Alphas, each standing at the pinnacle of power, had simultaneously forfeited the Hunt. Such sacrilege had never defiled the annals of the pack. The High Elder's face was carved from granite as he strode toward the altar, his obsidian scepter striking the ground. Two young priests trailed behind, their hands trembling so violently they could barely keep the dark iron coffer from slipping through their fin

The High Elder fixed his gaze on her, his voice as grim as a god's decree. "Be certain. The crystallized essence of every Lycan Mother who came before is sealed within this stone. If it claims you, you become the one supreme Mother of the entire empire. If it rejects you, your gland will rot and die within three seconds. There is no path back." In the corner of the stands, Selene clutched her face, blood still seeping through her fingers from the knife wound. She wasn't screaming. Not yet. She just stood there, staring at Luna's back with a malice so corrosive it consumed Selene from within. Her lips moved in a silent curse as she waited—waited for this laundry wretch to drop dead on the spot, so she could reclaim the throne meant for her. Luna's face was an expressionless mask. She raised her right hand and slam

Then Vivian crawled up from the ground. No one had noticed her. The two guards who dragged her off had dumped her in the corridor and left. They'd figured three broken ribs meant she wasn't going anywhere. They were right. She couldn't run. But crawl back to the arena? That, she could do. She pulled herself up from where she'd been thrown. The splint on her left arm was soaked in blood. Every crawling step dragged a ragged gasp from her lungs. The shattered ribs twisted her face into something crumpled and unrecognizable. But she used her one working hand to pick up a shard of glass from the floor. The thick base of Selena's shattered crystal wine glass. The edge was jagged and vicious. A dagger without a handle. She s

"Fuck." Rex's voice came from the front, gravel scraping over sandpaper. He didn't turn around. But he felt it. The air behind him had detonated. That scent of lily and cedar churning together was so thick even the gale-force wind couldn't rip it apart fast enough. What he was locking onto was that cedar. Cedar that didn't belong to him. Cedar that was claiming every inch of my nape while he was the one closest to me. "How long to the fork." My voice cut through the wind. The burn of the mark still scraped at my throat. It came out rougher than usual. "Five minutes." Rex wrenched the throttle. The motorcycle fishtailed on the gravel, kicking up a spray of stones. His shoulder muscles were iron blocks under his armor. "Left at the fork goes to the mountain pass toward the northern border. Right is the shortcut back to t