Claimed by the Alpha I Hate – Episode 52
Klaudius rose from the black throne as Daisy entered with Nolan beside her. His gaze ignored the Alpha at first, studying Daisy as though inspecting something long stolen.
“You have your mother’s defiance,” he said. “And my power.”
Daisy felt no recognition, only the cold pull of shared blood. “Where is my grandfather?”
Klaudius gestured. Guards brought the older man from a side chamber, bound but standing.
Nolan’s wolf pressed forward. The throne room carried the same crest left after his parents died.
“Fenrir’s orphan,” Klaudius said, finally acknowledging him. “You grew into your father’s anger.”
Nolan moved, but Daisy caught his arm. An attack before they freed the hostage would end exactly as Klaudius intended.
Klaudius praised her restraint. He claimed Vera had denied Daisy her birthright by hiding her among wolves who treated her as defective.
“She kept me from a man who sees his daughter as a weapon,” Daisy replied.
The vampire lord’s smile thinned. He described a dying race, weakened bloodlines, and powers fading with each generation.
A hybrid heir could reverse that decline. Daisy’s ability to heal a wolf proved her blood could bridge what centuries of war divided.
“You want to use me to restore vampires,” she said.
“I want you to rule them.” Klaudius made domination sound like inheritance.
Nolan warned him that Daisy had already chosen her people. Klaudius laughed at the idea that Blackwood would ever fully accept vampire blood.
Mila appeared beside the throne in dark court clothes, eager to display the reward for her betrayal. Scott stood on the opposite side, avoiding her eyes.
Daisy saw that neither possessed real power here. They were decorations Klaudius could discard.
She demanded her grandfather’s release before any further conversation. Klaudius offered a bargain instead.
Daisy would submit to a ritual restoring her full vampire inheritance. In exchange, the old man and Nolan could leave alive.
Nolan rejected the terms. Klaudius raised a hand, and silver chains tightened around Daisy’s grandfather’s throat.
Daisy stared at the man claiming to be her father and understood that blood meant nothing to him without obedience.