All Chapters of Claimed by a Disabled Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I was shivering even though the room was at a moderate temperature but my mind wasn't even registering it. My feet felt frozen to the spot as Agatha’s words echoed in my mind: “She's dead.” The line was simple, final, and completely unnerving. Who was she? How did she die? What happened? Did Darius have anything to do with it? A flood of questions filled my mind but I didn't have any answers. “I…” Uncle Sam wanted to speak but he trailed off after Agatha shot him a glance. “Excuse me,” he murmured before he walked away. I barely registered his exit. “I'm sure you have questions,” Agatha began, her face was an unreadable mask. “But…” “There’s more to this, isn’t there?” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “What happened to her? Does Darius have to do with it?” My voice lowered to a tiny whisper and I felt a wave of dread as I waited for her to answer.Agatha didn't answer. She stared at me coldly, her sharp eyes locked onto mine. “You’ve asked enough questions for one day, Serena,

Stephanie stood silently behind the cold steel walls of the interrogation room, her expression was unreasonable as she stared at the man behind the one-way glass. Dylan. “When is this going to end?” she snapped, turning to one of the men standing behind her. “I don't know,” the guard shook his head, his tone impassive. “Alpha Derek’s been with him since dawn.” “Alpha Derek?” Stephanie’s lip curled slightly, amused by the new form of address. He was no alpha she thought, staring at the scene through the glass. He was a thief, one who took his opportunity. One she needed to get Father to sign the damn papers. Stephanie’s mind raced as she observed the scene. Dylan was strapped to a chair, his face pale and blotched, a medic stood by the side, ready to administer treatment immediately if need be. Stephanie had insisted on it. She might have wanted his wealth, but not his life. This has to end soon, she thought, tapping her fingers lightly against her folded arms. Her entire plan d

Serena’s POV“Let me go!” I demanded again, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound firm. Alex’s grip was wrong, I was sure I'd have bruises by the time he let go of my hand.To my surprise, his grip didn’t relax. If anything, it tightened.“Listen to me Serena,” Alex snapped, glancing at me. “You’re in way over your head. Do you think you know Darius? You don’t. Walk away before you regret it.”What! My heart beat erratically as I met his cold gaze. The subtle threat in his tone sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart clenched with both shock and hurt. This wasn’t the Alex I knew—the one who had always been kind, sweet, even protective. How had he become this stranger before me?“Alex,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared into his cold eyes. “Why are you doing this? You’re not…you’re not like this.”His expression flickered, just for a moment, like the Alex I once trusted was still somewhere inside. But it disappeared as quickly as it came. “You don’t understand,” he

Darius’s POVThe room felt smaller, suffocating. Shadows danced across the walls as the fire in the hearth illuminated the surroundings. Father had once sat like this I thought, my eyes fixated on the flames. He'd sat in a big chair, deep in his thoughts and undisturbed. Said it always helped clear his head. Mine wasn't getting cleared now. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—Serena. The way her eyes filled with betrayal when Alex opened his mouth and shattered whatever fragile trust we had left. She didn’t say it, but I could see it in her face: she hated me. And she had every right to.I shouldn’t have let her leave. Not like that. Not after everything.I heard the door open but I didn’t budge to check who it was. “Still brooding, I see.” Uncle Sam walked in. He didn’t stare at me, helping himself to a glass of wine. I didn’t respond, hoping he’d take the hint and leave. I just wanted some quiet. He didn’t.“What do you want?” I asked, breaking the silence. Uncle Sam didn’t

Darius’s POV I felt a wave of tension crash into me as time ticked on and on. I stood on the balcony, my eyes narrowed dangerously as I stood. Waiting in silence. I'd given orders to Jake and Marcell to get every single person out looking for Serena. But despite the commotion, a sinking feeling settled in my chest as the minutes stretched into hours.It was painfully clear: Serena was nowhere to be found.“Have you found her?” I snapped, hearing the sounds of footsteps behind me. “No,” the voice replied. “We—” "Spread out!" I cut in, my voice cut through the cold evening air. "Check every room, every corner! I don't care if you have to sweep every blade of grass. Find her!” “Yes,” they chorused and the pack members dispersed at my command, their footsteps fading into the distance. I stood in the hallway, my fists clenched, heart pounding. Marcella was overseeing the search outside, and Jake had taken a group to the northern woods, while others checked the outer perimeter.She h