All Chapters of Claimed by the Alpha King's Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Chapter 1: The Blood Moon’s Price*The iron gate slammed shut behind me with a sound that echoed like a death sentence.Cold air hit my lungs. The scent of pine, blood, and something older, wilder, filled the night.I was standing inside the territory of the Moretti Pack. The most feared werewolf mafia in the country. And I was here because they dragged me here.“Keep moving, wolfless,” one of the guards snarled, shoving me forward. Wolfless. That word again. Like a brand on my skin. For twenty years, I’d lived as human. No wolf. No pack. No family. My mother told me it was safer that way. That if the Moretti’s ever found out who I really was, they’d kill me before I could breathe.She was right.“Alpha’s waiting,” the guard muttered. “Don’t waste his time. He hates wasting time.”Hate. That was all I felt too.The doors to the main hall opened, and the smell hit me first—cedar, smoke, and power. Then I saw him.Lucien Moretti.Alpha King of the Northern Territories. The man who sl

*Chapter 3* The scent of pine and rain filled the narrow stone stairwell as Aria descended, her bare feet making no sound against the cold steps. Lucien walked three paces ahead, his broad shoulders blocking most of the torchlight. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice echoing off the walls."Somewhere they won't find you," he replied without turning back. "For now."Aria clenched her jaw. "And after that?"Lucien stopped abruptly, turning to face her. His silver eyes caught the firelight, and for a moment, she saw something raw and unguarded there. "After that, you decide what you are to me," he said quietly. "Prisoner. Ally. Or more."Her breath caught. "I'm not your mate, Lucien. The bond is a mistake.""A mistake doesn't burn like this." He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. He lifted a hand but didn't touch her, hovering just above her wrist where her skin still tingled from his touch in the tower. "You feel it too. Don't li

Chapter 5*The howl split the night like a blade. Aria’s hand tightened around Lucien’s. Her blood ran cold. She knew that sound. Low, guttural, dripping with malice. Marcus. Lucien’s jaw locked. He pulled her behind him, his body shielding hers without a word. His eyes had already shifted to that molten gold, pupils slitting like a predator’s. “He’s close,” Lucien murmured. “Too close.” “How did he find us?” Aria whispered back. The river should have washed their scent away. Lucien’s expression darkened. “Because I didn’t count on a traitor.” Before she could ask what he meant, the trees exploded. Three wolves burst from the undergrowth, fur matted with blood, eyes glowing crimson. Crimson Fang. Marcus’s personal hunters. They moved fast, circling them in a tightening ring. Aria stepped back, her ankle screaming in protest. The journal slipped from her grasp and fell to the forest floor with a dull thud. “Lucien—” “Stay down,” he ordered, voice low and deadly. T

*Chapter 7: ---The Grey Wastes didn’t feel like land. It felt like a scar. Cracked black stone stretched for miles, split by dry riverbeds and choked with dust. Nothing grew here. Nothing lived here unless it had to. Aria pulled her cloak tighter as the wind cut across the plains, carrying grit that stung her eyes. Every step sent pain up her ankle, but she refused to let Lucien carry her again. “We’re close,” Lucien said, his voice low. His senses were sharper than hers out here. “Silas is watching us.” Aria stopped. “How do you know?” “Because I would be.” As if on cue, a figure stepped out from behind a jagged rock formation fifty paces ahead. Tall, lean, with hair bleached white by sun and time. His clothes were patched leather and scavenged metal, but his eyes were sharp, calculating. A scar ran down his left cheek, old but clean. Silas. He didn’t look surprised to see them. He looked tired. “Took you long enough, Blackwood,” Silas called out. His voi

*Chapter 9: One Year Later*The valley wasn’t quiet anymore.Not in the way it used to be—empty, broken, holding its breath after Kael’s fall. Now it was loud with life. Children’s laughter echoed between the rebuilt cabins, smoke curled from the kitchens at dawn, and the training yard was never empty before sunset. Aria stood at the edge of the forest, watching it all. The wind tugged at her hair, the same wind that once carried the smell of smoke and ash. Now it smelled of pine, wet earth, and fresh bread from the ovens below. One hand rested on her stomach, the other on the hilt of the dagger Lucien insisted she never go anywhere without. “Still checking the perimeter yourself?” Lucien’s voice came from behind her, warm and amused. He stepped closer, and the bond between them hummed in recognition. It wasn’t frantic anymore. It was steady, like a heartbeat you’d grown used to hearing in the dark. He was different now. Less Alpha, more man. The silver in his hair had faded, bu