All Chapters of Betrayed By The Alpha ~ Claimed By The Rogue: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damian's POV My days were dull and slow and everytime, I was faced with making a new decision that would benefit the pack. I knew there were decisions to be made, but all I felt was exhaustion, both physical and mental. My thoughts drifted between the pack’s future, the betrayal of my past, and the ever-looming uncertainty of where everything was headed.The last few days had been a blur. I had spent more time pacing and thinking than actually doing something useful. The weight of the decisions I had to make was crushing, but I couldn’t bring myself to act. Every time I tried, the image of Lyra’s eyes, filled with that quiet sadness, haunted me. The babies—our babies—were a part of this too, and that made things even more complicated. I didn’t know what to do anymore.As I walked, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I turned to see one of the guards approaching, his face serious.“Alpha,” the guard said, bowing slightly as he spoke. “There’s someone here from the Rogues Pack who ins

Damian's POVThe morning was calm, but I felt restless. The rogue woman, Alexis, had stayed the night, which I didn’t like. Rogues were dangerous, unpredictable. They brought trouble wherever they went. Just one night, I had said. And now it was time for her to leave.I walked toward the quarters where Alexis was supposed to be. My steps were steady, but my mind was troubled.As I neared the quarters, I stopped a guard who was patrolling nearby. “Where is the rogue woman? Is she still inside?” I asked, my voice firm.The guard looked nervous. “No, Alpha. She’s not there.”“What do you mean she’s not there?” My voice rose slightly, and the guard flinched.“She left with Luna Eloisa early this morning,” he explained quickly. “They went behind the pack house, toward the trees.”I felt a spark of anger flare in my chest. Why was Eloisa getting involved with this rogue? We had agreed Alexis would leave. I didn’t like it when people went against my decisions, not even Eloisa. Without saying

Damian's POV I sat alone in my room, surrounded by memories. Old photos, trinkets, and notes lay scattered across the table in front of me. Each piece reminded me of Lyra. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she was happy. My hands trembled as I picked up a small locket she had once worn. It had been mine to give, and she had cherished it—for a time, at least.The early days of our mating had been beautiful. We'd wanted to do everything together. We'd loved each other deeply and then we'd had a son together. Lyra had been the woman of my dreams and I the man of her dreams.“Until I gave Eloisa a chance to tear me apart,”Roy, my wolf, stirred inside me. He had been restless all day. “Damian,” he said, his voice gruff yet steady, “you’re spiraling. This isn’t healthy.”I didn’t answer him. Instead, I stared at a photograph of Lyra and me from years ago. We had been happy then, or at least I had thought so. My chest ached, and my throat felt tight. I wanted her back. I

Lyra's POVEverywhere I turned in the WhiteMoon pack, there were whispers—low, cautious murmurs among the wolves. They didn’t think I could hear them, but I did. I caught fragments of their conversations when I walked past, pieces of sentences that carried fear, doubt, and judgment.“Damian won’t just let her stay here...”“What if he comes for her? For the babies?”“She should go back to him. He’s her mate, isn’t he?”Each word stung like a blade. I couldn’t ignore the unease that had settled over the pack, the way the tension seemed to ripple through everyone. Wolves who had once greeted me warmly now avoided my gaze. Some still showed loyalty to Rylan and me, their support unwavering. But others… others saw Damian as a wronged mate and father, a man simply fighting to reclaim what was his.It made my stomach churn.I sat in my chambers, the twins sleeping peacefully in their cribs while the wet nurse prepared their next feeding. My hands trembled as I folded the same blanket over a

Lyra's POVThe day had arrived. The day when I would stand in front of the WhiteMoon pack and speak my truth. It felt like both a lifetime and a moment ago when I first arrived here, uncertain, broken, and afraid. Now, I was about to share the story that had shaped my life, the story that had brought me to this point. My heart raced as I thought about what lay ahead. I could feel the tension in the air. Rylan had been nothing but patient with me, but I knew this was an important moment—not just for me, but for the pack too. Rylan walked beside me, his presence steady and calming. His hand rested lightly on my back, guiding me forward, but I could sense his own nerves beneath his calm exterior. He had always been a strong leader, but even he knew how important this moment was. “I’m grateful for this, Rylan,” I said softly, looking up at him. “I really am. I just... I hope they can understand me.”Rylan glanced down at me, his eyes warm with reassurance. “They will, Lyra. They already