Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Alexander,

How did everything spiral into this chaos? Roana, the Lycan King’s mate? What on earth was unfolding before my eyes? That woman—useless and pitiful, with nothing to offer—had suddenly become his mate? It was unbelievable.

I refused to accept it.

A fierce, burning rage surged through my veins, pounding relentlessly. I had believed she would never abandon me. I was certain she would understand, despite all that had happened. After all, it was she who failed to bear my child. If only she had been slimmer, more alluring, I would never have sought comfort in another woman’s arms.

And now, she had the audacity to insult me in front of His Majesty? How dare she!

She was mine—mine to control, mine to possess like a mere pet. I had always assumed she would remain silent, obedient, and submissive, just as she had in the past. But who could have guessed she had wings to soar? I should have clipped them the moment she entered my life. I should have locked her away so deep that even the thought of escape would never cross her mind.

“Alexander! She didn’t come?” Alpha Milestones’ voice cut sharply through my dark thoughts as I stood in my private chamber. The pack healer was carefully applying a healing ointment to the wound on my back. The bitter scent of herbs and iron filled the room, and the healer’s skilled fingers moved with the practiced ease of someone who had tended to countless scars. The pain on my back was nothing compared to the burning weight pressing on my chest.

“No. But don’t worry—I’ll bring her back. As soon as possible.” I said firmly, though they had no idea she was with the Lycan King.

If they discovered the truth, not only would they rejoice, but all the privileges we had gained from that pack would be stripped away. I could not afford to lose those advantages, nor the future inheritance they promised. Without them, the carefully constructed foundation I had built would collapse. The mere thought twisted my stomach into knots.

“That ungrateful girl! How dare she defy us!” Luna Milestones stormed into the room, her face taut with wounded pride. Behind her, Emily followed, cradling her swollen belly with deliberate care, as if holding herself together had become a sacred ritual.

“It’s all my fault, Luna Milestones. If I hadn’t come here, I would never have known my mate was here,” Emily’s voice trembled, small and raw with fear, yet tinged with a weary resignation that made her words sting even more.

“It’s not your fault!” my mother snapped, her voice sharp and cracking like a whip. “If you hadn’t come, we would have assumed my son was the one who couldn’t father children. And now look at you—you’re carrying our grandson!”

Tears shimmered in Emily’s eyes as she nodded quietly. “But what do I do now? You all know I won’t survive more than a few months. My doctor told me I might have six months at best. Once the baby is born, I want him to be accepted by his true mother. If Luna Roana refuses to acknowledge my child, what will happen? I don’t want my son to grow up as an illegitimate child.”

She broke down in sobs while Luna Milestones and my mother tried to comfort her. Their hands rested gently on her shoulders, shawls were draped over her trembling form, and their murmured reassurances sounded more like commands disguised as consolation.

They fussed because the family’s future had become fragile, delicate as glass, and every shaky breath Emily took carried a weight of consequences.

I first met Emily last year at the hunting festival. Shortly after Roana excused herself to attend an official meeting, I found Emily lying on the grass. Her scent struck me like an invisible tether, a magnetic pull I couldn’t resist. Her wolf was in rut, and I was helplessly addicted to that intoxicating aroma.

At first, my mind tried to resist. Though I hadn’t wanted to marry Roana initially, she had grown into someone I respected deeply. But the more I saw Emily—my mate—wrapped in that raw, seductive scent, the more my wolf howled for her.

I could not deny myself the chance to be with my true mate. By some ancient, primal law, she was mine. My wolf demanded her, and I surrendered, pushing aside the gnawing guilt that clawed at my conscience.

After that night, Roana began talking about children. She spoke softly of nurseries, names, and quiet mornings filled with hope. But to me, those words felt like cruel taunts, overshadowed by the vivid memory of Emily’s scent. I started to resent the ordinary dreams Roana held, as if they were impossible compared to the undeniable proof that a child might be growing inside another woman.

Though I felt guilty for betraying Roana, who had given me so much, I couldn’t shake the pull of Emily. Before long, I found her staying in a small, modest hotel nearby. That place became the sanctuary where my wolf’s hunger was sated, where my weakness turned into habit.

While Roana’s attempts to conceive failed and the doctors declared me infertile, Emily brought me the best news of my life—she was carrying my child.

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