All Chapters of Claimed By The Shadow King: The Betrayed Alpha Heir.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ayla’s POVThe guard’s stone-like hands lock around my shoulders, pinning me in place. I stir, trying to pull away but his grip only tightens.“Stay still, girl,” he rumbles near my ear, his voice completely void of pity. “The Master gave an order. Watch. Closely.”Left with no choice, my wide, terrified eyes stays glued to Lucian as he marches forward to meet the feral beasts alone. The wolves charge toward him, the ground shaking beneath their heavy paws. An Alpha would have shifted into his wolf form to defend himself, but Lucian doesn’t even shift, he doesn’t even pull out the silver dagger from his boot. He just stands there, his hands at his side, his pitch black eyes fixed on the oncoming beasts. The wolf leading the others, snapping its jaws wide enough to crush Lucian’s torso in a single bite. Then, Lucian moves.Not in a normal werewolf speed — it’s way faster. A total blur. Before the grey wolf can land, Lucian sidesteps the attack, catches the massive beast by its throat

Ayla’s POV The words hit me like a physical blow as I take several steps backward. My breath hitches, air leaves my lungs. The mist from the water swirls around my ankles, warm and heavy, but my skin feels like ice. I backed off until my hands pressed the cold, damp walls. I press my lips into a thin line to reduce the quivering. “No…. I… I can’t,” I whisper, my voice trembles it is barely audible. Lucian remains still at the edge of the obsidian pool, the flickering light from braziers dancing across the sharp angles of his face. The dark blood from the feral wolves still clings to his jawline and hands. “I never asked if you could , little bird,” he murmurs, his icy dark blue eyes darkening until they are almost pitch black again. “I gave an order.” “Please,” I beg, a hot tear slipping down my cheek. “Don’t do this.” Lucian let’s out a low, dangerous hum — the same ancient, demonic sound that had commanded the trees in the forest. He reaches up and tugs at the buttons of

Ayla’s POV I feel a spike of rage as the last words echo in my mind. My eyes rakes through the hall and lands on a guy in the center row, a smirk plasters on his face as he stares directly at me. I am very sure he made that disgusting statement. My lips curve into a smirk as a bitter laugh escapes my throat. The sheer disregard triggers something feral inside me. Between the trauma that is still lingering from Lucian’s brutality yesterday and the pressure weighing heavily on me, I snap. Bam! I slam both hands down on my desk, the loud sound echoing through the lecture hall. I stand up so fast my chair screeches against the floor. The entire hall falls silent. The professor stops writing on the white board and turns around with a frown playing on his face. Dozen pair of eyes are locked onto me, but I don’t care. My gaze is just fully pinned on the nitwit. “Keep your disgusting hands to yourself, you piece of shit!” I hiss, my voice trembling with adrenaline and rage. “If you eve

Ayla’s POVThe space between us thins with every deliberate steps he takes. My back hits the cold glass of the office window, trapping me. The massive size of him combined with the expression of disgust plastered on his features makes the air in the room vanish. He stops just a few inches from me, he towers over my frame, his scent wrapping around me like a chokehold. He doesn’t look at me with lust or desire, his eyes is filled with a burning, deep-seated hatred. He claims I betrayed him, but I have no idea how I actually I did. He keeps the truth from me yet tortures me for something I know absolutely nothing about.“You love to test me, don’t you, Ayla?” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave. He reaches out, his large, cold hands moving with speed to grip my jaw . His fingers dig into my skin, squeezing just hard enough to force my head back against the glass. Our breaths mingle in the small space between us, yet his touch promises nothing but ruin. “The instructi

Ayla’s POV I snap my eyes open, breathing heavily, as sweat trickles down my chin. My body remains still on the mattress. The same weird dream again. The same woman who looks exactly like me. The same silver-furred wolf. I still do not understand why she keeps appearing in my dreams… who is she? Sunlight streams into the suite through the massive floor to ceiling window. I cover my face with the back of my hands, forgetting where I am for a second, then the heavy dark, crimson curtains and a very familiar scent hit me. Lucian. I scramble upright, pulling the silk sheets to my chest as my eyes darts around the room. It’s empty. He is gone. I let out a deep, shaky breath I had no idea I’ve been holding in before sinking back into the pillows, my body feels exhausted. Ever since the betrayal of Julian and Elena, I’ve not had a moment of peace except the few weeks I spent with Sarah. I miss her. But I have no idea where she is or where I can find her. Staring up at the ceiling