All Chapters of Claimed By My Alpha Bully: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

 Cinhard nodded, relief and hope flickering in his eyes, he was being appreciative. “Thank you, Kaisa. My pack and I have worked tirelessly to earn that position, and I believe that it gives me a unique perspective on the strengths and needs of all the packs in our world.” However, Mira, still with a hint of skepticism, spoke up once more while being persistent. “But leadership goes beyond strength alone. It requires finesse, diplomacy, and a deep understanding of our complex alliances and rivalries. How can you assure us that you're prepared for such nuances?” Cinhard paused, gathering his thoughts, then spoke with unwavering confidence. E was adamant on convening the council. “Mira, I won't deny that leading a single pack is different from leading all the packs. However, my experience has

[LYCAN ROYAL CASTLE - NIGHT] The grand royal castle is cloaked in an eerie silence as the moonlight filters through the ancient stained glass windows, casting ethereal patterns on the marble floor. Eskaal, the former alpha lord now hidden beneath a guard's armour, moves stealthily through the corridors. He has donned the guise of a palace guard in his desperate quest to find his infant daughter, who had been hidden away from him. Eskaal's heart races with a mixture of fear and determination as he passes by closed doors, not knowing which one hides his precious child. He listens intently for any sound that might lead him to her. The faint cries of a baby reach his keen wolf ears, and his heart skips a beat. He follows the sound, moving quietly and with great caution. Eskaal slowly pushes open a door to a dimly lit room. In the crib lies his infant daughter, swaddled in soft blankets, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. A nursemaid hovers nearby, her presence meant to keep watch o

[Rancel’s room | Vampire kingdom] The room is softly lit, casting a warm, inviting glow. Rancel, the hybrid woman in her early twenties, sits at her vanity mirror, wearing a resplendent gown adorned with a sparkling tiara. She looks every bit the part of a newly crowned queen. Her room is adorned with flowers and the air is filled with the sweet scent of roses. Rancel is lost in thought, gazing at her reflection with a mixture of pride and humility. The weight of her newfound responsibilities as the queen is evident in her eyes. The door to Rancel's room creaks open, and in steps her mother, Lady Eleanor, carries a delicate crystal glass filled with deep red wine. She moves gracefully, her dress flowing like a river of silk. Lady Eleanor spoke softly. “My dearest Rancel.” Rancel turns in her chair, her eyes lighting up as she sees her mother. “Mother.” They share a tender smile, a connection of love and understanding that runs deep. Lady Eleanor smiled, approaching Rancel. “Congra

[VAMPIRE KINGDOM CASTLE]The grand castle of the Vampire Kingdom loomed in the fading light, its spires stretching towards the ominous crimson sky. Meagia, with her daughter, stood at the entrance, her heart pounding with both anticipation and fear. She had received a cryptic message, supposedly from her estranged step-sister Rancel, beckoning her to this place.Meagia whispering to herself. “Rancel ... why would she want to see me here? What are you doing?” With trepidation, Meagia pushed open the massive doors. As she entered, the grand hall revealed itself, adorned with gothic tapestries and flickering candlelight. The air was heavy with an otherworldly aura, and the distant echoes of laughter sent shivers down her spine.Rancel, her step-sister, but her once-familiar face was twisted with malevolence. Meagia gasped struggling to speak. “Rancel , what is this? Why did you call me here?” Rancel, smiling sinisterly. “Oh, dear Meagia, how gullible you are. Did you truly think I wanted

[After Clara wakes up from comatose]The room is adorned with rich, dark wood panelling and heavy drapes that obscure the morning light. Clara was sitting with flowing auburn hair and a worried expression, sitting in a plush armchair by the window, her fingers nervously tapping against the armrest. She clutches a delicate teacup, the contents untouched.A knock at the door echoes through the room. Clara startles, her eyes darting toward the entrance. Clara weakly whispers. “Come in.” The door creaks open, and the maid, Elizabeth, enters. She is dressed in a traditional maid's uniform, her apron pristine, and her expression grave.Elizabeth informs her softly. “Miss Clara, may I have a word?” Clara nods slightly impatient. “Of course, Elizabeth. What is it?” Elizabeth approaches Clara and lowers her voice, as if sharing a closely guarded secret.Elizabeth whispering. “It's about alpha Cinhard, miss. He's gone.” Clara's teacup trembles in her grip as her eyes widen in alarm. Clara gaspi