All Chapters of Claimed by Alpha Xorax and his sons: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Asher’s POV“What the bloody hell are you doing out here?”Kael’s voice cut through the cold the second he saw me.The iron supply crates were cutting straight through my worn leather gloves, biting deep into my palms. Damn it. I didn’t answer him right away. I just grunted under the weight, staggered through the slush, and dumped the rusted box onto the frozen ground outside their war tent. Metal crashed against ice with a loud, ugly rattle.It was freezing. All around us the Neno Army camp was loud and restless… weapons clattering, soldiers shouting, the thick smell of wet fur, roasted meat, and cheap liquor hanging in the night air.The war against the Northern wolves was coming. The army would march at dawn to hold the border, and everyone was wound tight, looking for something to hit.Unfortunately for me, I was the easiest target in sight.“Since when did they let wolfless Omegas come out to these fucking fields?” Torin stepped forward. His boots crushed the bloody snow as he lo

Asher’s POVThe smell of rot hit me first and dragged me back to consciousness.Damn.I pressed my hand against the back of my head. Pain pulsed hard, and my heart was beating fast against my ribs. Everything was blurry at first. I tried to wipe my eyes, but my hands wouldn’t move.I yanked harder, and metal clanked. Cold, rough iron dug into my wrists, locking them tight together. I rattled the chains, panic flooding through me, but the metal didn’t give. What the bloody hell!!I blinked until the world slowly came into focus. I was inside a tight wooden cage with thick slats. The floor was filthy with mud, vomit, and the sharp stink of urine. I wasn’t alone. Other people sat hunched in the dark. Men and women, chained at the wrists and ankles, staring at nothing with hollow eyes. Their faces were bruised and empty. No one spoke.A man across from me had a collar of black iron around his throat. A woman beside him kept her eyes fixed on the floor, her wrists rubbed raw beneath the c

Asher’s POVThe stone platform was cold under my bare feet.They had dragged us up onto the hard marble, even Damian, and forced us onto our knees in front of a sprawling, tiered amphitheater. Rich Alphas sat on velvet benches, casually drinking expensive whiskey from crystal glasses. Their eyes moved over us like we were cattle waiting to be slaughtered. Refined. Arrogant. Very specific about the kind of meat they wanted to buy.The leader of the Zarithians stepped to the center of the stage and spread his dirty arms wide.“Welcome, distinguished guests, to the seventieth Grand Auction of Athdal Haven!”A low murmur ran through the crowd, but I barely heard it. My heart was slamming against my ribs. Almost immediately I felt the weight of dozens of Alpha gazes lock onto me. Their eyes dragged over my skin. I pressed my knees tighter against the marble, trying to make myself smaller, but the short iron chain on my collar kept my head forced up for them to look at.The scavenger walked

Asher’s POV“Get your damn asses moving,” one of the guards shouted.They shoved our chained line down a spiral staircase made from black stone. The air got hotter and thicker with every step until it scraped the back of my throat raw. Sweat mixed with the dirt already dried on my skin. I kept my footing and stared at the back of the person in front of me, jaw locked, trying not to think about how far underground we were going.We came out into a wide circular hall lit by green fire burning in iron stands. The light made everyone’s skin look wrong. In the middle of the room stood a big black anvil. Racks of iron rods glowed beside it, tips already heating in the flames. The heat from them reached all the way to where we stood.“What the fucking hell…” I whispered beneath my breath.This wasn’t registration… This was ownership.The two princes and Warlord Hoax sat high on a stone balcony above us. They leaned back in carved chairs with wine in their hands, watching like this was some