All Chapters of Claimed By The Shadow King: The Betrayed Alpha Heir.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ayla’s POV My eyes snap open, my chest heavy with fear. I scramble off the floor and look around. This is not my room in the maid’s quarters but a totally different place. I look down at my body and I am fully dressed, in a totally different kind of clothing from my world. Looking ahead, I see a woman seated on a chair. She has dark raven hair just like mine, silky white skin and — purple eyes, exactly like mine. Beside her sits a massive, silver-furred wolf, its eyes a matching shade of purple. “Ayla.” She whispers, her voice rising with the wind. I blink rapidly, staggering backward. “Who are you?” “I am you — and you are me,” her voice echoes through the thick air, dropping the temperature in the room. I look down at the wolf as white, snow-like smoke erupts from its body. “But—“ I am cut off by the same blinding light that completely evades my vision. When it finally clears, I open my eyes to find I had been moved to a different place: an open field. I am the onl

Lucian’s POV I had just shifted back to my human form when a very familiar, sweet and addictive scent hit my nostrils. Then the faint rustle of a footstep comes from behind me. Not hesitating for a second, I snap my fingers and use my powers to drag whoever it is forward. A girl lands hard on the ground in front of me. Before she could think of scrambling away, I grip her neck, drag her off the ground and force her face toward mine. My heart stops. The face staring right back at me belongs to her — the woman from my past. The mate who had tried to destroy me. She has the exact same purple eyes, the identical delicate facial features, the exact same raven hair. Is this some sort of a sick joke? I closed my eyes, paralyzed for a second by her scent. It is a lethal, intoxicating mix of dark vanilla and midnight jasmine, grounded by the fierce earthy warmth of cedar wood, and underlined by a sharp, electric spark of ozone that tasted like pure magic. Suddenly, something sna

Ayla’s POV The words echo repeatedly in my ear. Sharing a bed with him? What exactly does that mean? “What do you mean?” I whisper, my voice trembling from terror. His expression darkens instantly. His grip on my chin tightening, “I mean exactly what you think, Ayla — or should I say, Aurora.” I freeze, completely stunned. How does he know my name? And most importantly… who is Aurora? “No… no, I refuse. I will not share a bed with you!” I shake my head violently, trying to free myself from his suffocating grip. “Oh, you will. You must,” he purrs , his voice dropping to a low, predatory growl that vibrates through my bones. “You will do anything and everything I command you to.” He shoves my face away roughly and straightens up. “I don’t accept this!” I scream, the injustice overriding my fear. “How can you treat me like this? I’ve done nothing wrong to you!” As if my defiance triggers a monster within him. His eyes flashes, and before I could even blink, his hand sh

Ayla’s POV I stand frozen before the massive gates of the university. Lucian had kept his word. He had sent me to school. But not as a student — I am a prisoner on display. He sends eight guards with me. Three shadowed my exact steps, while the remaining five lingers in the background, watching my every move. My parents never allow me to attend college after I graduated from high school. They arrange for a tutor, saying it is best I stayed at home to study. Sometimes, I felt like they were trying to hide me. But now, looking at the grand world around me, I finally understand their intentions. And this wasn’t just any institution. This is Bocconi University — a playground for the elites, and I can sense from the shift in the air, a fair number of werewolves. “Miss?” One of the guards step closer, his deep voice cutting through my thoughts and sounding like a command. “We have to move, now. Taking deep, shaky breaths, I force my legs forward. The stares from the other st

Ayla’s POV I stare at the door as he walks out. Fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed? I’m a woman for goodness’ sake. My entire body aches and he expects me to fly down the stairs on command. Dropping my bag on the couch, I walk toward the adjoining door, I throw it open and step into the bathroom. Finally alone. No guards. No evil predator threatening me at every turn, just me and the quiet space. I peel off every piece of clothing and sink into the sleek tub, pressing the button to let the warm water fill the basin. I relax and close my eyes, letting the heat soothe my bruised skin. It feels too good and before I can stop myself, exhaustion takes over. When I wake up, the water is lukewarm. My eyes snap open, panic instantly gripping my chest. I scramble out of the tub and glance at the wall lock in the bathroom. Fifty minutes. Crap! I throw a towel around my body and step out of the bathroom, rush into the closet and yank on a simple dress and slippers, leaving my