All Chapters of Betrayed By The Alpha ~ Claimed By The Rogue: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Eloisa's POV I strode through the stone corridors of the Blood Nest Pack’s packhouse, my hands clasped tightly behind my back. The flickering torches lining the walls did little to warm the cold fury in my veins. I had waited long enough. The pack still clung to Kaius, still whispered his name like he was their savior. It disgusted me.I turned a corner, my boots echoing against the polished stone floor, and approached a heavy wooden door near the end of the hallway. Two guards flanked it, standing rigid, eyes forward. They didn’t move as she stopped in front of them.“Open it,” I ordered.One of them hesitated for only a moment before reaching for the key at his waist. The metal lock groaned as he turned it, and the door swung inward, revealing a dimly lit chamber.Inside, Alexis sat on a wooden bench, hands resting in her lap. The glow of a single lantern cast long shadows against the walls. She didn’t look up right away, but when she did, there was no fear in her expression. No r

Damian’s POVI stood just outside the walls of the WhiteMoon pack, my sharp gaze scanning the thick trees surrounding us. The wind barely rustled the leaves, and the usual sounds of the forest, birds calling, distant movements of wildlife, were absent. The eerie silence gnawed at me.Something was wrong.My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my instincts screaming a warning. The Blood Nest Pack had seen enough battles, had endured enough betrayals, and yet, for the first time in a long time, it was at peace. That should have been comforting. It wasn’t.Because peace never lasted. My jaw tightened as I thought of her—her voice, her lies, the way she had smiled as she tried to turn my own people against me. She had played the role of a victim so well, painting herself as the savior of the pack while secretly working to strip me of his position.And I had been foolish enough to show mercy.When the truth had been exposed, when her deception had been laid bare, I had thrown her int

Rylan's POVThe battlefield was a scene of pure chaos. The air smelled thick with blood and smoke. Wolves fought, teeth bared, fur flying. The sound of swords clashing with flesh echoed around me, drowning out all but the screams and roars. The earth was soaked with blood, and bodies littered the ground in every direction. I could hear the growls of shifting wolves, mixed with the clash of steel, the air alive with tension and fury.I moved quickly through the battle, my feet light but my strikes deadly. My blade cut through the enemies with the precision of a wolf on the hunt. My body felt alive with adrenaline, muscles coiling and releasing in perfect rhythm as I fought beside Damian. His movements were just as fluid, just as fast. We were a team, working together like we had done so many times before.But despite the intensity of the battle, something didn’t sit right.I noticed it immediately—the hesitation in the movements of some of the WhiteMoon warriors. They were faltering, t

Lyra’s POVThe battle raged on around me. I could hear the clash of swords, the roar of warriors, and the sounds of werewolves fighting for their lives. But it was all distant noise. I wasn’t focused on the battle around me; my attention was fixed on one thing—the one thing that mattered more than anything right now.Damian.I had sneaked out of the safety of the pack house, determined to be where the fight was. A guard had tried to stop me, insisted that I stay hidden, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t just stand back and wait while the people I cared about fought. I needed to be there.But then, I saw her. Eloisa.The sight of me stopped Eloisa in her tracks.Eloisa was in her wolf form, her body was unusually large and fortified with the power she had gained through her twisted ways. I could see the raw strength emanating from her, and it was clear that she wasn’t just fighting to win. She was fighting to break Damian. Eloisa was more than just a rival. She was a woman bent on destro

Rylan's POVThe battle was over. The dust had settled, but the air still carried the heavy scent of blood, sweat, and destruction. The WhiteMoon pack was battered and bruised, but they were alive. And that, at least, was something to hold onto. We had won, but at what cost? The warriors were all tired, their faces painted with exhaustion, their wounds still fresh. The camp was in disarray, but we had managed to push the enemy back.I found myself walking along the outskirts of the camp with Caspian and Finn. The battlefield felt quieter now, the distant sounds of the survivors tending to their injured and picking up the pieces of what was left. The weight of the day sat heavy on my shoulders. The fight had been brutal, and while I was glad it was over, it didn’t feel like a victory just yet. The aftermath was always the hardest part.Damian had gone back to the Blood Nest pack to reclaim his position as Alpha. There was no question about it. Kaius had taken control while Damian was go