All Chapters of The Alpha’s claimed mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

You'd think not having a wolf is the worst thing that can happen to anyone, a cruel game played by the moon goddess that marks you as different, weak and unwanted … because it is a constant reminder that you're incomplete. But, have you tried enduring an endless, intense monthly heat cycle – a nightmare that begins when my body betrays me every month, turning me into a walking beacon of arousal – Try putting yourself in my shoes every month when my body would scream for a mate that exist but is the most unattractive, annoying yet sexily handsome, with a scent so thick and sweet that it makes everyone around me turn their heads each time a just an inche close to him . My monthly heat cycle wasn't just unbearable, it was a curse that earned me a well-deserved title of a 'Wolfless deviant back at my pack.” So, if you think you're going through the worst of luck … try living with this fire burning brightly inside you: alone, unloved, unwanted and just a simple plaything for your mate.

The moment I stepped onto the top of the staircase, the entire hall seemed to hold its breath. The soft hum of conversation faded into silence, heads turning in unison toward me as though I had unknowingly commanded their attention. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my chin high, pretending that I was oblivious to the weight of their gazes. The gown I wore wasn’t mine—I couldn’t afford such finery—but Maya had insisted, practically dragging me into the shimmering fabric. Changing my initial red option to look different, I chose a deep midnight blue, the color of the sky just before the full moon rises, and it clung to my body like a second skin, accentuating curves I usually tried to hide. The fabric sparkled faintly under the chandelier’s light, tiny crystals sewn into the material catching every glimmer. A daring slit ran up one leg, revealing just enough skin to make me feel exposed but powerful at the same time. My hair was styled in loose waves, cascading over my shoul

“Who was that?” I whispered, as kael pulled me across the room. “Someone you don’t want to mess with.” He answered curtly. I paused, thinking of ho to frame my next question. “Are there any other Alpha Logan’s within the territory?” Kael stopped in his tracks, looking down at me. “Why?” He grunted. I shrugged trying to look less interested, “Nothing, I just want to know.” “Astrid.” Kael growled, pulling me closer to him. “Why the fuck are you asking me about another male?!” I rolled my eyes at him. What was he? Jealous? That’s hardly possible. “I just wanted to know, that’s all.” “Do you like him? Are you attracted to older wolves?” Kael asked, his hand tightening around my waist. Our bodies were in close proximity and I could barely breath, I placed my two hands on his chest, trying to push myself away from him but that only made it worse, as his hand tightened more reducing the intake of sir in my lungs “What are you saying? I just need to know if he was the sam

Kael dragged me across the empty field and through a back door. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, both of fear and excitement. Kael’s grip was unyielding as he led me through the shadowy corridors behind the estate. The distant hum of the celebration seemed a world away, muffled by the heavy walls around us. My pulse thrummed in my ears, and despite my frustration, an undeniable heat coiled low in my belly. “Where are we going?” I demanded, my voice laced with defiance but betraying a flicker of curiosity. Kael didn’t answer immediately, his stride purposeful and unwavering. His hand remained firm around mine, not giving me a chance to pull away even if I wanted to. Finally, he stopped in front of a heavy oak door, the edges worn from years of use. With a flick of his wrist, he pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room. The air inside was warm, scented faintly with cedarwood and something richer—something unmistakably *him.* The space was intimate, the walls lined with da

Then we start moving, his boots scraped the floor in loud thuds as he works across what seem to be like an annoying long room. Then my back hits something hard, his mouth was still on me, torturing, tormenting, bringing out the most reckless and unearthly sound from me. My gown still hung loosely on my hips, leaving a trail of blue sea as we walked across the room tied together. The floor stopped ticking. Everywhere went silent. “Kael,” I murmured, looking down. He is on his knees in front of me. “Little mouse,” he says against a sensitive part of my abdomen. Fuck, that feels so good. Seeing him kneel before me ignited another spark of something in me. Kael was on his knees for me! My wetness pooled out, at this point I was a dripping mess. Every touch of his mouth on my skin is like set my whole body on fire over and over again.. I suck in a sharp breath as he lingers on the part were my gown hung low. His fingers slowly come up on both sides of my hip, tugging th