All Chapters of Claimed by a Disabled Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Serena’s POV It was time I thought as I stared at my reflection one last time in the mirror, my hands tugging on the gown to put it in place. The deep navy fabric hugged my figure perfectly, but my reflection seemed hollow, my thoughts elsewhere. My breaths were slightly shaky as I tried to calm down, I wasn't accustomed to being at such events. Father felt I was a disgrace being his first daughter and also being wolfless. I could already imagine that Agatha had probably invited all the region's leaders to attend the ball. And I would be with Darius, the thought made my breath hitch in my throat. We'd not spoken or met since that day he'd kissed me, the thought of having to be with him all through the ball made my tummy tangle into knots. I walked slowly towards the hall, conscious of my every step. I could hear the faint sounds of music that got louder until I arrived at the hall. My heart lurched in my chest as I stepped in, I could feel multiple gazes shooting in my directio

Derek’s POV The house lay silent in the dead of night as Stephanie slipped down the dim corridor, her heart pounding. Shadows stretched across the walls, and every creak of the floorboards felt like a shout. She was aware of every sound, every faint whisper of the wind outside. She had to get in and out of Susan’s room without a trace—this had to be clean, invisible. She paused when she reached the door, her eyes searching the hallway for any movement. But there wasn't a single soul in sight. She held her breath, turned the handle, and slid into the room. It was just as she expected: neat, like a museum display, each object precisely in place. She imagined Susan making her bed every morning, her obsessive nature in each perfectly aligned item. Stephanie knew her mother like the back of her hand, that's why she'd picked this time to sneak in. Keeping her movements controlled, Stephanie moved to the desk, she held a small pen light that she discreetly used to see. She opened the fi

The entire place was shrouded in darkness, the faint light from the flickering candle cast dark shapes across the walls. “You look beautiful when you're in thought,” he chuckled as he stared at her, feeding his eyes. Cynthia ignored his words as she paced back and forth, her brow creased in thought. “This,” she muttered under her breath. “It's just strange.” Her steps were quick and restless, a deep frown was etched on her brow. She was deep in thought. He let her walk in silence for a few moments, before he cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “What do you think?” Derek asked, his expression becoming grave. His sharp gaze swept over Cynthia, expectant, waiting for any hint of doubt or concern from her. “I don't know,” Cynthia stopped, crossing her arms as she looked at him. “I don't trust her.” Derek frowned and she added, “It’s… ambitious, I’ll give her that. But something about it feels off.” Her eyes narrowed, her voice holding a note of skepticism. “Stephanie has

Serena’s POV “I…” I trailed off, the words lodged in my throat. I couldn't have imagined that Darius knew about this, my heart thudded erratically as we exchanged gazes. The air in the room suddenly felt thick and heavy and it pressed against my chest, I could barely breathe. “It’s the truth isn't it?” Darius's eyes burned with dark fury and something else, I couldn’t make it out. His piercing. My gaze was locked on mine, daring me to challenge him, to deny what we both knew was true. “You aren't speaking,” Darius radiated anger as he walked closer to me, his body mere inches away from mine. My breath hitched in my throat, his masculine energy seemed to shroud me, blurring out my thoughts. And then, in the space of a heartbeat, something shifted. Maybe it was the heat of our anger, or the proximity, or the fact that neither of us was willing to look away. Whatever it was, it snapped. “I can explain…” I began, glancing at him but then I froze, the fury in his eyes was gone, rep

Serena’s POV My heart beat erratically in my chest as the heavy doors creaked shut behind me, their echo lingering in the cold, cavernous hall. My heart was pounding, louder than I wanted it to be, as I stepped forward, every gaze from the elders sharp and unyielding as they could slice through any excuse I might offer. I'd been shocked when a maid had come to inform me that I was being summoned by the council. My heart thudded as I stood, waiting in the middle of the hall. The elders of the council were the strongest wolves in the pack and also the ones who wielded the most influence. Agatha was at the head of the assembly, her expression unreadable, her posture as regal as ever. I searched her face, hoping for a glimmer of support, but all I saw was a stony resolve. I silently prayed everything was well because I couldn't understand why I'd be summoned here, had I done anything wrong? The silence broke as one elder leaned forward, his voice low and heavy with reproach. “Tell