All Chapters of Claimed by a Disabled Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Susan’s POV The room lightened up as the morning light filtered into the room through the curtains. It gave the room a warm beautiful glow. But Susan wasn't in the mood to appreciate the sight, her body posture was tense as she moved through her bedroom. Her steps were careful and measured as she stepped in between the mess she had made. The entire room was a mess. “Where is it?” She muttered under her breath, her eyes widened as she poured out the contents of a drawer on the ground, and her eyes were wide with alarm as she ransacked through the mash of things that'd piled up on the floor. Not here, not this one. Where was it? Her expression twisted as she methodically went through every drawer, her nails catching on papers and folders. She felt her stomach clench, the cold realization settling in—her carefully hidden stash of documents was gone. “How's it gone,” Susan suddenly yelled, her hand swept through the pile of things on the floor as anger swept through her. She was jus

Serena’s POV The entire car was silent as Uncle Sam drove us back home, I was seated in the passenger seat. My eyes drifted to him ever so often but his eyes remained fixed on the road, I could feel a soft sense of disapproval that oozed from him. He'd been silent ever since we entered the car. Was I wrong to have followed Alex there? I wondered, a twinge of guilt pricking at me, I silently recalled his warnings when he'd warned me not to get close to Alex. But the longer we drove, the more I questioned if I’d done anything wrong at all. Why was he so overprotective? I wondered, crossing my arms as I sank deeper into the seat. Sure, Alex had his rough edges, but it wasn’t like I’d run off with a stranger. And after everything Darius put me through, I didn’t feel like I owed anyone explanations. He was being too overprotective I thought, easing my eyes shut. I slowly opened my eyes as the car eased to a slow halt, I didn't wait for Uncle Sam to say anything before I yanked the doo

Darius’s POV Jake's voice droned in and on about the general situation around the pack, his words blurring into the background. I was fitted but my mind wasn't with him, my mind had flown a thousand miles away. Serena. We'd not spoken after I'd brought her home yesterday, it annoyed me how easily she seemed to slip into my thoughts. The image of her and Alex together made my nerves tight and I could feel anger whip into me. “Darius.” Jake raised his voice, snapping me back to the present. “Sorry, You were saying?” I asked as I rubbed my temples, trying to focus. Jake shot me a look, unimpressed. “This isn’t something you can afford to space out on. The pack needs stability, especially now.” Before I could respond, the door opened, and Uncle Sam walked in. His expression was grave, and there was a heaviness in his eyes that set me on edge immediately. “Jake,” Sam said, his tone curt. “I need a word with Darius. Alone.” Jake hesitated, his gaze flickering between us before he

Serena’s POV I was tired—emotionally, physically, and mentally. It felt like I was caught in a web of everyone else’s expectations and emotions, while I had no time to untangle my own. Darius had been silent all morning, his brooding energy filling the house like a storm cloud. The memory of him storming into the restaurant and dragging me out in front of everyone replayed in my mind, each time sending a fresh wave of embarrassment coursing through me. And yet, underneath the embarrassment was something more complicated. Anger? Definitely. But there was something else I didn’t want to admit—something closer to… relief. Relief that he’d cared enough to act. But that didn’t mean I was okay with it. “Darius, you had no right,” I said for the third time, pacing the living room as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes made it impossible to tell what he was thinking, but I could feel his frustration simmering under the surface. “I had every

Serena’s POV I could barely keep the smile off my face as I walked side by side with Darius and he led us out of the room the drawings were in. I still couldn't believe Darius had gone to such lengths to get my drawings. The thought left me both touched and shaken, “Thank you,” I whispered for what must have been the one-hundredth time. “You didn’t have to,” I whispered, seeing his eyes fixed on me. “I did,” Darius replied, his tone firm. “You poured your heart into these. Letting them be destroyed wasn’t an option, though, of course, I didn't know Cynthia was going to try to destroy them.” At the mention of Cynthia Darius’s expression hardened for a brief instant before the dark clouds were gone and his expression brightened. My heart swelled with emotion as I stared at him, unconsciously pausing in my steps. Darius had become an enigma, I couldn’t seem to see through. Cold and unyielding one moment, kind and thoughtful the next. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a