Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Devlen Giovannucci

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

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CHAPTER 1

Adolfa's POV

What the hell? I mistakenly collided with one of the Lycans in Greko Pack. A sharp pain shot through my head instantly. That Lycan was formidable-like Alpha Lyran. One of the pack's warriors, he held a long, sharp, double-edged sword in his hands, staring at me menacingly.

Meto was a dangerous Lycan, but his disregard for certain Alphas in the secluded area of Greko had already earned him punishment. His sister, Luna Celeste, known for her beauty and commanding presence, rushed forward just as he was about to receive judgment.

Alpha Lyran, unfazed, announced in a cold, unwavering voice, "This will be a public punishment. Move aside, you filthy Wereraven."

His words dripped with disdain. I felt a pang of sympathy for Meto as his sister pleaded for mercy, but Alpha Lyran had already made up his mind.

Swallowing my fear, I stepped forward. "Alpha Lyran-"

A low growl rumbled from his throat, silencing me instantly. His piercing gaze sent shivers down my spine, but I couldn't back down.

"He meant no disrespect. Please, spare him and don't strip him of his rank."

Before I could utter another word, his sword slashed across my waist. A sharp, searing pain tore through me, and I gasped, struggling for breath.

I staggered backward, blood seeping from my wound. The world blurred as I clutched my side, desperate to stop the bleeding. My vision swam, but I could still sense Alpha Lyran's presence looming over me. He reached for me, his grip firm, his strength undeniable.

Everything around me faded as darkness consumed my senses.

I woke to the weight of heavy chains binding my wrists and ankles. My body ached, my strength nearly depleted from the wound in my side. The metallic scent of my own blood filled the air, making me nauseous.

I forced my eyes open to find myself inside the grand council chamber, a vast auditorium lined with imposing stone pillars and rows of high-ranking Lycans and Lunas. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Alpha Lyran stood at the front, his towering presence impossible to ignore. His golden eyes burned with an intensity that sent a fresh wave of fear through me.

"This is what happens to anyone who oversteps their boundaries without understanding their place. Do you understand?" His voice was sharp, slicing through the silence like a blade.

A chorus of voices filled the chamber.

"Yes, Alpha Lyran!"

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