Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Ruthless Wolf Slayer: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

ALEXANDERI’m ready to head out of the house when I open my door and find Ryker standing there. His expression is blank as always, so I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The set of his shoulders mean he’s agitated as much as he wants to pretend not to be.“Alpha,” he nodded in greeting.“What’s going on?” I fully walk out of the room. He closes the door after me before falling in step beside me.“Your brother called,” I halted in my steps and turned to him.I fully see his eyes now. My heart drops to my stomach, a million horrible scenarios coming to my mind. I manage to keep my face stern as I nod.“What did he say?” I asked, as much as I didn’t want to hear that. Because it had to be bad news if Ryker looks the way he does.“They were attacked last night. He tried calling but you were unreachable.”I stared straight ahead, not wanting to think of what I had been doing that led me to missing his call.“What’s the situation now?” I continued walking, trying to ignore the searing pai

ALEXANDERThe room I wake up in is dim. My eyes flitter open and close a few times before I settle on staring at the far end well. It’s quiet with a kind of earthy scent to it. It takes me five minutes for my memories to come back, and when they settle, my shoulders stiffen and I try to get up, only to find out my hands are tied and so are my legs.Shit. What the fuck happened now?My life has turned into a crazy circus that I couldn’t even think of what might have possibly happened. Last I knew, I went out on a run and somehow found a cottage. Which I set on fire. Then I folded that scent. I was sure it was coming from a certain direction and I followed it. My memories stop there.“Hello?! Is anyone there?” My throat feels raw and dry for some reason. Maybe the after effects of that drug. “Hello?”I listen in for any type of sound but it's completely silent. The only sound in the room is of my heavy breathing and the echoes from my yelling. After I called out for the fifth time and I

ALEXANDERThe flame from the fireplace illuminates part of the room, adding an omniscient shadow to the girl sitting cross legged on the chair. I didn’t see her move, but after a moment, the fire started cracking and now the room is warm. Not too warm that it makes me feel like I want to get out of my skin. It just chases the bone chilling cold I’ve been dealing with in the past few days.I still haven’t seen her face. I just have the knowledge that she is a girl. Even though her voice still sounds the same.Not that she has said much since she dropped the bomb about me having something that she wants. I have tried to get her to speak. All my attempts have been futile because she has barely even blinked in acknowledgement. She has returned to looking like a painting that’s just staring at me.We must have been sitting there for hours. There aren't any windows for me to tell what time it is. The only way I knew how much time had passed was if the fire would dim a little before coming b

ALEXANDERThe smell of pine and herbs hit first, faint enough to tell me I wasn’t in that goddamned cottage anymore. The murky smell of an old place and dust was gone. Another slow inhale brought the scent of fresh linens to my nostrils. My eyelids felt heavy, and when I finally forced them open, I saw the familiar ceiling of my own room. The soft golden glow from the fireplace flickered across the walls. Another thing to confirm I really wasn’t in the cottage was that I wasn’t tied down. That and the voice that voice that comes from somewhere in the room. Though it makes my shoulders stiffen at first, then the familiarity of it settles in my brain. “You’re awake.” Ayda doesn’t move from her seat. Her expression is bored like this is a usual occurrence. I fully turned to face her. She sat on her usual chair beside the bed, legs crossed and her elbows resting on her knees, her sharp eyes fixed on me like she could see through bone. Her hair was tied up, loose strands framing her f

ALEXANDERThe further we went, the thicker the trees grew. Branches stretched overhead, their tips tangled together so tightly that sunlight barely slipped through. The air felt heavy, carrying that faint static under my skin again. Every time I thought it was gone, it came back stronger, crawling up my arms and into the back of my neck.Ryker was a few steps behind me, his boots crunching against the dried leaves. “You sure this is the right way?”“No,” I said simply. “But it feels like it.”He muttered something under his breath that I didn’t bother to catch. The forest had gone silent. No wind. Not even birds. The insects were gone too. The only sound left was our breathing and the dull rhythm of our footsteps. The whole place seemed deserted. Well, a lot more deserted than you would expect a forest because there was absolutely no sign of life.It didn’t take long before the trail disappeared completely. The ground turned uneven, and twisted roots stuck out from the soil like bones