All Chapters of Claimed By The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damian's POV The anger and jealousy that had been simmering deep inside imploded the very second Michael uttered those words. In a flash I was upon him, my hand circled around his throat, and my fists balled, ready to descend on him at any second. "Keep your hands away from my wife." I cautioned sternly, my bloodlust all over the place. Michael chuckled mockingly, before pushing me off him. He was an Alpha, and was definitely not weak, however I wasn't going to sit still and let him do as he pleased. "Damian please..." Olivia called out to me, her gentle voice calming me only a bit. Even though I could see that she didn't want violence, I knew she was enjoying all of this deep down. This was probably part of her plan, but I didn't want to get mad at her. I glanced at her direction, but instead of feeling relief, I felt a wave of anger surge through me once again. She was in the dress I had bought for her, but she had not dressed up for me. She had dressed seductively for an

Stefan's POVI glared at the married couple before me with burning hatred. They were the talk of the town, nobody seemed to shut up about them, and once again I had been totally forgotten, left at the sidelines like I've always been all my life. Growing up had been the worst experience for me, especially as the younger brother of the 'perfect' Damian. At first I had been proud of my elder brother, that was until people started comparing us, including our father. "Why did you break that vase?! Can't you be more civilized like Damian? When are you going to get into college like Damian?" Those were the kind of words I had heard throughout the majority of my childhood. Nobody remembered about my existence except when it came to comparing me and my elder brother. At a point I had gotten used to it, and have never thought much about it. Damian was perfect after all, wasn't he? He was handsome, strong, smart, and everything our father could ever want, there had been no need for a second s

Damian's POV I did my best to maintain a jolly demeanor as I headed back to my room. Olivia was probably in there waiting for me, and the last thing I wanted was for her to suspect that something was wrong. She would get curious if she caught a whiff of anger or anxiety on my face, and I didn't know how to look her in the face and tell that the entire council and my father wanted to give her away to the Forgers. She would probably lose her mind, and I didn't want that. I paused abruptly, stopping myself before I could reach the passageway that led to our room. Perhaps it was a bad idea entering there. I wasn't confident that I would keep up this act for long, and I didn't want her to catch off guard either. Turning around, I walked out of the main building and headed towards the grasslands just outside the palace. It was where I usually cooled my head while growing up. Everybody had big expectations for me then, and it was exhausting sometimes. To keep a calm demeanor, I would

Damian's POV "That damned bastard!" I cursed inwardly, he had managed to get to Olivia before I had the chance to stop him. Martha had distracted me, and if I hadn't wasted time dealing with her, perhaps I could have made it back on time. But it didn't matter now, the truth was out, and I couldn't keep it from her. I had suspected that Stefan had said something to her already, and had planned to distract her somehow, but she was clearly stronger than I had given her credit for.Olivia kept her eyes on me, never breaking contact even for a moment. She was determined to know the truth and it was evident from the look on the face. "It's not something to be worried about, it's nothing important." I waved off, but she wasn't satisfied with my answer. "Stefan sure made it sound like a big deal. Something about the Forgers?" The mention of the Forgers didn't make denying the truth feasible anymore. As long as Olivia knew the Forgers were involved, the chances of her letting go of this co

Damian's POV I returned to our bedroom only to find it empty. At first I didn't think much of it, but things changed when I glanced around and noticed that the room was a lot different than it used to be a few moments ago. I glanced around for a minute, trying to figure out what had changed. Then suddenly it hit me, it was Olivia, her things were gone and so was she.Alarmed, I raced out of the room, screaming out her name on top of my lungs. When I couldn't find her, I raced straight to Stefan's room, angry and determined to know what he had done to my wife. "Where is she?! Where did you take her?!" I inquired the moment I barged into his room. Without waiting for a response, I rushed at the man before me, grabbed him by the collar, and immediately pinned him to the wall. "You have a minute, tell me what you did to Olivia or I'll snap your neck this instant!"Stefan raised an inquisitive brow, confusion spread across his facials. "What on earth are you talking about?" He denied be