Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Roana’s heart thundered wildly against her ribs, each beat echoing like a drum in her ears. Around her, a pack of berserker rogues closed in, their snarls filling the tense air. Outside the house, Emily stood with a cruel smile twisting her lips, her eyes shimmering faintly with a golden hue that sent a chill down Roana’s spine. The rogues obeyed her every command without hesitation. Who was this woman, really? What dark power did she wield to bend these beasts to her will?

“Attack her! Why are you standing there wasting time?” Emily snapped sharply, her voice laced with impatience. The eerie glow in her eyes suggested she was using some kind of mind control, a sorcery Roana had only heard about in whispers before. Witchcraft—the age-old enemy of werewolves—had always been a distant threat, but seeing it wielded by an Omega was something else entirely.

Rye scoffed, stepping forward, her stance ready for battle. “Aren’t you being a little sexist? Why can’t Omegas use witchcraft too?” she challenged, her voice steady despite the danger.

I watched the rogues bearing down on me, their blood-red eyes glowing with unnatural obedience. “Tell me—do you want me to handle this, or will you?” I asked Rye, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.

Inside my mind, Rye growled, eager to take the fight. “Let me at them. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real battle.” Without hesitation, she began to shift.

The first crack of my bones forced me to my knees as heat surged through my body, spreading like wildfire beneath my skin. My nails dug into the earth, elongating into sharp claws. A feral snarl escaped my throat, twisting into a guttural growl as my jaw pushed forward, teeth sharpening into deadly fangs. My skin burned and split, silver fur erupting in waves as muscles and sinew reshaped themselves beneath. It was as if every fiber of my being shattered and rebuilt in the same breath.

When I lifted my head, Rye stood where I had been—on all fours, her golden eyes flashing fiercely beneath the orange glow of the setting sun. No longer prey—now, a predator.

With a commanding growl, Rye froze the entire pack of rogues in place. I rarely let her take over, but when I did, she was a force to be reckoned with. If I was a rare white whale, then Rye was the white beast beneath the waves, more beast than ordinary she-wolf. The only reason my parents hadn’t abandoned me was because of her.

“Let’s finish this,” Rye said with a smug grin. “Roana, count to a hundred for me.”

I rolled my eyes but complied, allowing my soul a moment of rest. Rye was strong, but I didn’t want her slipping into berserk mode—not with the villagers still asleep nearby. They had always been kind to me, and I couldn’t risk their safety.

As Rye tore through the rogues, claws slashing and fangs sinking deep, my gaze flickered to Emily, who now stood trembling in the corner of the building. Her once smug expression had vanished, replaced by sheer panic and terror.

A smirk tugged at my lips. Her plan had clearly failed. She hadn’t expected this white whale to fight back.

“Damn,” Rye hissed, sinking her teeth into a rogue’s neck and flinging it against a tree. “They’re like zombies—dying, but stubborn as hell.”

“They’re not stubborn,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “They’re being controlled by that woman. Who is she?”

Rye snarled, “Alexander’s mistress, I think. I smelled something foul from her earlier when she was barking orders like a mad dog.” Before I could react, Rye charged at Emily, who was cradling her swollen belly protectively.

“What are you doing?!” I shouted, trying to stop her, but Rye was beyond control.

“She’s the root of this,” Rye growled fiercely. “If I take her down, those beasts will be free!”

“No, Rye! She’s pregnant! We don’t hurt—”

My words were cut short as a large gray wolf suddenly stepped between us. His fur gleamed silver in the sunlight, teeth bared, eyes blazing with fierce brown intensity.

“Alexander,” Rye snarled, halting immediately.

Barry, Alexander’s wolf, grunted, poised to attack. The rogues Rye had taken down were rising again, still coming for us, their relentless footsteps echoing ominously.

“Roana! Stop your damn wolf!” Alexander’s voice thundered through the mind-link.

“Then make your mistress stop using those rogues to terrorize the villagers!” I snapped back, my blood boiling with rage.

“What are you saying? How could she stop them? She’s just an Omega!” Alexander protested.

“Yes. An Omega who knows witchcraft. If you don’t make her stop, I will!” I growled.

Rye shook the earth beneath us with a low growl, towering over Barry with a fierce, piercing stare. “Control that bitch, Barry. Your mistress is the real problem here!”

“Enough of this nonsense!” Alexander howled, lunging at me just as the rogues Rye had felled attacked from behind.

“Rye!” I screamed, urging her to retreat, but before either of us could move, a sharp gust of wind sliced through the chaos.

Rye shut her eyes, leaving us blind to what was happening. All I felt was a strong arm lifting her effortlessly, carrying her faster than she could run.

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