Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha

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!"

My heart pounded. I tried to move, but pain shot through my body, pinning me in place. Blood dripped from a wound on my side where I had been struck. I bit my lip, stifling a cry.

Just then, Luna Prese approached, a cruel smile playing at her lips. She was notorious in Greko for her cold demeanor and ruthless methods. The silver syringe she held in her delicate fingers glistened under the dim torchlight, making my breath hitch.

"This will make it easier for you," she said smoothly, her voice laced with false sweetness. But I knew the truth—Luna Prese had a reputation. Many had not survived her so-called treatments, their deaths conveniently chalked up to unavoidable consequences. And now, I was next.

I tried to move, to protest, but my body was too weak. My vision blurred, and my head lolled to the side.

"Adolfa."

A voice called my name. I struggled to focus, to see through the haze clouding my vision. The room felt like it was spinning, my breathing shallow and labored.

I turned weakly, barely able to lift my hand, as I tried to make out the figure standing over me. My heart ached, my body screamed in pain, and my spirit hung by a thread. My life had always been full of hardship, and right now, there seemed to be no way out.

My name is Adolfa Ray. I'm 21 years old, with long, light brown hair and a life filled with sorrow. My past is riddled with suffering, and now, I stand at the precipice of a fate I never could have imagined.

The large doors of the council chamber creaked open, and I was forced inside. The grand auditorium was filled with hundreds of onlookers, their eyes heavy with judgment. My shackles clanked as I stumbled forward, my legs barely able to hold my weight.

Alpha Lyran's voice boomed through the hall, cold and merciless.

"This is what happens to those who overstep their boundaries. Do you understand?"

A thunderous chorus of agreement rumbled through the crowd. Fear clenched around my heart like an iron vice.

Meto was nowhere in sight.

Two guards seized my arms, pulling me forward. My body screamed in protest, but I bit back the pain. I would not show weakness.

I had endured worse before, and I would endure this too.

I lifted my chin, meeting Alpha Lyran's gaze with defiance. Whatever punishment lay ahead, I would not break.

I am Adolfa Ray. Nothing will ever break my spirit, my spirit is stronger than my body, and I have endured horrors that would break a lesser soul. My life has been filled with trials, with suffering

, and now—

Now, I must face my fate. And nothing will ever stop me.

Adolfa POV

A dull ache radiated through my body, each breath a laborious effort as I struggled to open my eyes. My limbs felt heavy, as if they had been encased in stone. The sharp scent of damp earth and stale air filled my nostrils, making me realize I was no longer in my cell. A dim, orange glow filtered through the thin, tattered curtain in front of me, casting eerie patterns on the rough stone walls. Morning had come, but its warmth did nothing to ease my suffering.

I gasped, forcing myself to sit up, wincing at the pain that laced through my body. My neck ached, my arms felt weak, and my legs, when I tried to move them, gave way beneath me. I collapsed to the ground, my palms slamming against the cold, hard floor. The impact sent a jolt up my spine, but I bit down on my lip, refusing to cry out.

Through the dim light, I could make out a metal cup sitting on the floor next to my cot. My throat burned with thirst, and I reached for it with trembling hands, gree