Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Get Your Filthy Hands off Her

Amelia’s POV

Jasper’s face twisted the second Alpha Ryder stepped into the room. I could tell he was shocked, maybe even jealous, t eyes narrowing as he took in Ryder’s tall, commanding figure. But Jasper wasn’t stupid–Ryder was the Alpha of the Pawmoon Pack, the strongest clan around. No matter how much Jasper wanted to lash out, he held it together, biting b his anger.

Ryder wasn’t what Jasper expected. Heck, he wasn’t what anyone expected. Compared to the unpopular opinion of the the man in front of us was… well, gorgeous.

Jasper stepped forward, forcing a smile. “Alpha Ryder,” he said, sticking out his hand. “Good to see you. Welcome to Silverlight territory.”

Ryder shook his hand, his face calm but unreadable. Estrella, still on the couch, perked up, batting her eyes like some desperate fangirl. “Alpha Ryder,” she purred, standing and smoothing her dress, leaning forward just a bit too much. “It such an honor.”

Her voice was all sweet, but I could see her trying way too hard to catch his attention. I rolled my eyes. She was ridiculous. Ryder barely glanced at her, instead his eyes remained glued on me with a curious glint in them I couldn’t meet.

I was ready for insults, a beating, maybe being dragged off after the deal, but nothing prepared me for his intense, burning gaze.

Jasper cleared his throat trying to catch Ryder’s attention. “Why’d you move the meeting up?” he asked, his voice low and direct. “Did something urgent come up?”

Ryder narrowed Jasper with a bored look. “Don’t I have the right to check my package before making payment?” He aske coldly.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Jasper laughed nervously. “Totally necessary.”

For once, I was actually thankful for his arrogance. It gave me the perfect excuse.

I slipped out while they talked, heart pounding. I made my way to the kitchen, pretending I was being useful. Something to do. Something to focus on.

Coffee. Yeah. That felt safe.

The kitchen was basically empty, but I found some old instant coffee and made it strong and black. No sugar, no milk. Ryder didn’t seem like the type to care.

I carried it back on a tray, hoping my hands didn’t shake too much.

And then I almost walked right into him.

He was by the door, silent, and way too close. I froze, staring.

Our eyes met.

My stomach dropped.

He definitely recognized me! Thinking back to the fake name I gave him I wish the ground will open up and swallow me.

Ryder upon seeing my flustered expression took the coffee from my tray, “Thank you.” He whispered looking me straight in the eye amusement dancing in his eyes.

His eyes were like a black hole, pulling me in. My neck and face burned–I must’ve looked like a tomato.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it’d burst.

“What’s this? You two know each other or something?”

Jasper’s annoyed voice snapped me out of the spell Ryder’s eyes cast on me.

turned toward the door.

The second the door closed, Jasper spun on me, his face red with rage. “You dirty whore,” he snarled, stepping closer. Flirting with Ryder right under my nose? You think you can pull that crap?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I snapped, backing up. “Let me go, Jasper!”

He grabbed my arm, his fingers digging in hard. “You saw he was hot and got all starry–eyed, huh?” he mocked. “Think you‘ re gonna charm him? I’m not letting you off that easy.”

I twisted and thrashed, trying to break free, but he was stronger. His fingers dug into my arms, bruising them as he tore at my shirt. Fabric ripped–my sleeve gave way–and then his hands were on me, rough and possessive, sending a wave of nausea through me. My skin crawled at his touch.

“Once Ryder’s done with you,” he hissed, breath hot and vile against my ear, “I’m next. You’re mine now.”

Disgust and fury surged through me.

“Like hell I am!” I shouted, shoving him with everything I had. “I wouldn’t give myself to a bastard like you even if you were the last breathing thing on earth!”

My words only made him angrier. He raised his hand and slapped me hard, the blow sending me stumbling. Pain exploded across my cheek, and he hit me again, his fist catching my shoulder.

Just then, the door flew open with a loud bang. Ryder stormed back in, his eyes blazing. “Get your filthy hands off her!” he shouted, his voice booming through the room.

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