Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 43

**Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma**
**Chapter 43**

Roana.

**Ocean Region**

The Ocean Region, a vibrant gem nestled within the Southern Region, is a tapestry woven with the threads of eleven distinct Packs. This area blossomed into existence shortly after Cassian, who was just a boy of sixteen, took the reins of leadership. The Southern Region, cloaked in dense woods and shrouded in whispers of discontent, had begun to voice their frustrations more boldly, clamoring for a steady supply of seafood from the Packs that kissed the ocean’s edge. It was a demand that hung heavily in the air, a burden the Ocean Region felt keenly, recognizing they were being pushed to their limits.

In an attempt to quell the rising tide of unrest, Cassian made a significant decision. He granted the Ocean Region the autonomy to govern their internal matters, while he retained the ultimate authority to approve any major actions. Yet, the winds of discontent had shifted ominously, as five Packs began to declare their intentions to break free from the Ocean Region, yearning to carve out their own territories under his command.

Until recently, I had been blissfully unaware of the brewing storms within this realm. My attendance at the summit alongside Alexander had opened my eyes to the intricate web of dynamics that defined the Ocean Region.

As we stepped into the grand hall, the atmosphere crackled with energy, alive with the jubilant chatter of guests. Alphas from every corner of the Ocean Region gathered, their voices blending together, creating a symphony that felt more like a celebration than a serious assembly.

Cassian’s arm was firmly wrapped around my waist, a gesture that was both protective and possessive. We wore smiles that danced precariously between authenticity and pretense, a delicate balance that no one could decipher.

The moment we entered, the first to rush toward me was none other than Faelyn.

“Roana! What a delightful surprise, my girl!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine joy as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. “I honestly didn’t expect to see you here. I thought the Silverstone Pack wouldn’t—”

Her words stumbled to a halt as her gaze fell upon Cassian, his arm possessively draped around me. A flicker of panic crossed her features, and she instinctively recoiled, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as her hands nervously fidgeted with the fabric of her dress.

“Good evening, Your Majesty!” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly as she bowed deeply, her eyes darting anxiously between Cassian and me. “I’m so glad you arrived safely!”

She glanced at him, then back at me, then once more at the arm he had draped around my waist. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at her bewilderment; she was clearly caught off guard.

“Your Majesty, if you don’t mind my asking—?”

Cassian’s icy gaze landed on her, and I noticed her flinch. He had little patience for questions, his demeanor a fortress of authority. Yet, in a surprising twist, he turned to me, a warm smile breaking through his stoic exterior as he tightened his embrace.

“Luna Davis, thank you for your kind welcome. Allow me to introduce someone of great importance.” His voice resonated confidently, filling the room with an air of command, and he glanced at me with a playful grin. “This is Roana Milestones. My Queen.”

His declaration rang out, echoing through the hall and capturing the attention of everyone present. Alphas, Lunas, Betas, and other notable figures turned to us, their eyes wide with astonishment, whispers fluttering among them like startled birds. They had anticipated Faelyn to be the first to greet him, given that her Pack was the host of the gathering. But with Cassian’s bold proclamation of my identity, a wave of curiosity and surprise rippled through the crowd.

Some didn’t even bother to disguise their thoughts.

“Wasn’t it Veronica or someone else who was His Majesty’s fiancée? How did she become the one?”

“I can’t believe His Majesty would choose a woman like her. She doesn’t even look like a queen!”

Their murmurs, though hushed, reached my ears, igniting a flicker of indignation within me. Cassian’s eyes narrowed dangerously at their comments, and they quickly fell silent, retreating behind the throng of guests.

I caught sight of Faelyn’s expression shifting, her fists clenching at her sides. Rage and a protective instinct ignited in her gaze, and I could see her jaw tightening, a visible sign of her frustration.

Internally, I grinned; judgment was an old adversary. Just last year, when I had stood beside Alexander, I had faced similar scrutiny. How could someone like me lead a Pack and negotiate with other Alphas?

So, I was prepared.

“Those bitches,” Faelyn muttered under her breath, her nostrils flaring slightly. She stepped closer, as if to shield me from the judgmental stares.

“It’s alright, Faelyn,” I reassured her, gently grasping her hand. Her fingers were warm and firm in mine, a comforting presence amidst the tension. I turned my gaze toward Cassian, who was already surrounded by Alphas, engaging in discussions.

“I’ll catch up with my friend for a moment!” I called softly, hoping to draw his attention.

Cassian’s lips curled into a teasing grin. “Of course, love.” He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my skin, igniting a flutter in my stomach. “I’ll speak with the others. Enjoy your time here!” He leaned in, just enough to give the impression of a kiss, before stepping back.

A collective gasp rippled through the room, as if I had just received a royal blessing. My cheeks flushed, warmth spreading through me like wildfire. Even though it was Cassian, the lingering presence of Cyrus from earlier still left me feeling uneasy.

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