Semua Bab Claimed by the rogue Alpha : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The War That Was Never PromisedVictoria had never bought the idea of fate, never bought the concept of the universe having some grand design, some master plan so intricately plotted that every step, that every breath, that every moment had already been penned in the stars well before she had drawn her first breath, because if fate was a thing that existed.If twist of destiny and the movement of the heavens determined the course of a life, then fate had damned her the moment she was born, had decided that she would be weak, unwanted, the expendable daughter in a family that never planned for her to ascend. Yet now, here, with blood pooling in the stone at her feet, Kenzo beside her, her mother looking on with that same inscrutable smirk, and the High Council’s enforcers pouring through the doors with a singular goal— to kill the rogue alpha that had taken something that wasn’t his — Victoria didn’t know whether she believed in fate or not, but that had become irrelevant, because it

A Throne of AshesVictoria had spent her whole life watching powerful men walk through rooms as though they were gods among mortals, had spent years committing to memory the different ways alphas physically moved through space, how they wielded their power like a weapon even sharper than any knife. But there had never been — not once, not ever — anything like this, not the insistent weight, the vexation, the suffocation, the finality of Luther Vaughn’s presence. There was no need to bare his fangs, no need to raise his voice, no need to strike a single blow to remind them what he was. His power didn’t scream; it whispered, and somehow it was worse because whispers were insidious, they crept in, they settled, and they consumed everything in their path.”Kenzo remained frozen, unreadable, taut with whatever it was simmering just beneath the surface, but it wasn’t fear, it wasn’t hesitation, it was something else. Victoria could sense it coming off him in waves, the simmering anger in hi

The Storm They CreatedVictoria had never known what true power felt like, had never understood what it meant to hold the weight of something ancient, something unstoppable, something that burned through her veins like wildfire, but now, as she stood amidst the bodies of the fallen, her vision pulsing red, the air around her vibrating with something primordial, untamed, something not meant for mortals, she understood one thing with absolute certainty—this was who she was always meant to be.She had spent years being molded, bent, broken into something smaller, something weaker, something her family could control, but that girl was gone, that girl had died the second Kenzo fell. The woman that stood in her place now was something else, something that did not kneel, something that did not wait to be saved, something that did not ask for permission. She was not the heir her mother wanted. She was the reckoning they all deserved.Luther Vaughn, the High Council’s executioner, was still st

A Bond Inscribed with BloodVictoria had never been a believer in fairy tales. She had never believed in the stories of fated mates bringing salvation, of love forging stronger than death, of magic that defied the laws of nature, but now, as Kenzo’s blood mixed with her own, as their bond cracked back to life between them with such ferocity it felt like another heart beating inside her chest, she understood why those stories existed — because some things were too powerful for explanation, some things defied logic, defied fate, defied death.Kenzo’s body thrashed underneath as she gasped, his breath breaking, muscles tense as the bond knit itself back together, as the power of it ripped through him, through both of them, coiling around their soul like iron, like fire, like something that had always belonged to them both but had only just now been properly claimed.Victoria hardly noticed that wolves were backing off, that the fight around them slowed, that even the most seasoned warrio

 The Fall of the Parson QueenLady Dana had always moved as though she was untouchable, as if no one in the world bent themselves for her, as if she was a force of nature that could not be fought. She had not ruled with love, with devotion, but with fear, with cold calculation, with the absolute certainty that no one would ever be strong enough to oppose her.But that was before.That was before she’d betrayed the wrong daughter, before she’d underestimated the wrong rogue, before she’d taken too much, cut too deep, and created her own worst nightmare.Victoria had always wanted to think her mother was invincible.Because invincibility meant no weaknesses, no vulnerabilities, no cracks in the iron cage she had barred herself behind. But now, having the truth revealed to all of her senses, the large, muscular body above her, claws still buried in the tender skin at her throat, blood already soaking the stone floor at their feet, the truth was that Victoria was not kin.Her mother was j