All Chapters of Claimed by a Disabled Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Susan’s POV The hallway outside was eerily quiet and the sound of my footsteps echoed in the hallway. The two men standing guard let me pass without a word. My breaths were shaky and my palms slick with sweat, I tried hard to resist the urge to wipe them on my gown. I inhaled slowly as I paused just outside the door. He doesn't know. He can't know I thought, Stephanie wouldn't betray me. I wasn’t certain. I pushed the door open slowly and I stepped inside, my heart in my throat. A faint beeping filled the air when I stepped in. Dylan was seated on a couch, his beady eyes scanning through the documents in his hand. When his eyes lifted to meet mine, I couldn't spot any obvious change. “Susan,” he greeted, his tone even but distant, “what brings you here?” His eyes followed me as I walked up to him. “Don't be like that,” I forced a smile, “I came to see how you're feeling. I've been so preoccupied but of course I'll come to see you,” I leaned in to peck him on the cheek. “Indee

Dylan’s POV Dylan’s vision was blurry as he slowly stirred, regaining consciousness and he winced as a sharp pain stabbed at the back of his head. “Where…” His words came out as a slur, his senses gradually returning. “Where am I?” He breathed out. He was seated in a chair with his hands tied behind him. “Finally awake huh?” Derek’s cold voice echoed in the room. “You…” Dylan’s head snapped up and he stared at Derek with deep sated hatred. Derek’s hands walked slowly across the room, his hands in his pockets. “What do you think you're doing Derek?” Dylan spat, his eyes held a trace of disgust. “This won't end well, I'm assuring You of that.” “I'll regret a lot of things,” Derek's expression didn't change. “But not this,” a mocking expression climbed onto his face. “You're not qualified.” Dylan pulled against his restraints, his muscles straining, but the ropes held firm. “Coward! You couldn’t even face me like a real Alpha. You had to resort to trickery, skulking around li

Susan’s POVWhere was Dylan? My heart beat erratically as I glanced around the room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Derek had done the unthinkable, he'd taken Dylan right under the nose of the Crimson Pack, he was going to pay for this I thought, about to start searching for my phone. I'd just begun searching when I paused, my mind filling with thoughts. If I reported this quickly I had no doubts the Crimson Pack would swing into action and find Dylan with all their might. But… my eyes flashed, did I want them to? Different thoughts surged in my mind like the rising tide. If Dylan was killed, I wouldn't fear Stephanie telling him the truth, the thought of Stephanie revealing the truth of my plan. My plans of stealing from him. The door was nudged open suddenly, making me scream. “Who’s that?” I turned around so quickly that I tripped, I retreated with my hands and feet, my eyes staring with dread at the open door. “Who…” my voice hitched as I backed up, putting as much distance as I

Serena’s POVMy eyes fluttered open as I stirred, and my hands instinctively reached out. Nothing. My eyes snapped open as I stared around, the bed was empty. Where was he? I wondered, stretching my body and a sweet ache filled me. The images of I and Darius from last night filled my head, making my cheeks flush. I couldn’t believe I was that wild, I'd wanted him that much. My body was still sore in certain regions… my cheeks reddened at the thought of the activities I and Darius had been up to for the better part of the night. He'd been so hungry for me I thought, staring shyly at the rumpled bedsheets around me. I ran my hand over it, the memory of last night seemed just too fresh, the echoes of his rough whispers, his impatient hands, and the heat his touch had sent coursing through me. We’d crossed a line I never thought we would, and it felt… right. I couldn’t even place the feeling. But then, doubt crept in.What if this meant nothing to him? What if I was overthinking it?

Serena’s POVWhat was he talking about? I wondered as I glanced between the two men. The last girl he sent to death? What was that all about? I wondered as my mind struggled to keep up with my thoughts. “Seems he didn't tell you,” Alex smirked as he folded his hands and glanced at me, his lips curled slightly. “I…” I swallowed and my gaze darted toward Darius. His face was set with a dark look. “Who are you talking about?” I finally asked after taking a deep breath. I felt Darius’s gaze sweep over but I didn’t relent, I wanted to know. “Brother,” Alex shifted his gaze to Darius, his tone filled with mockery. “Do you mind if I told Serena here about what you did?” Darius froze, his jaw tightening. The glance he shot Alex was more than a warning—it looked like a plea but I couldn't be sure. “Serena,” he began, his voice low, “you don’t need to—” “She doesn’t need to what, Darius?” Alex cut him off as he took a step forward. “Face the truth? The truth about how you promised someo