Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 46

**Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma**
**Chapter 46**

The ocean’s roar was a symphony of chaos and beauty, each wave crashing against our legs with a force that echoed the turmoil within me. As we walked along the secluded beach, the wind playfully tangled my hair, creating a whimsical dance that contrasted sharply with the weight in my heart. This stretch of sand felt like a hidden sanctuary, far removed from the complexities of life. To my left, a vibrant carpet of blue flowers swayed gently, their petals shimmering in the fading light, while to my right, the vast ocean stretched endlessly, kissing the horizon in a tender embrace. The air was thick with the briny scent of salt, mingling with the warmth of the day’s last rays, crafting an atmosphere that was both calming and charged with unspoken tension.

When Cassian first revealed that this spot held deep significance for him, I envisioned a grand retreat, perhaps a lavish escape meant for the elite. But as we carefully descended the rocky hillside and finally set foot on this hidden beach, I understood the truth: this place was special in a way that transcended material grandeur. It radiated a beauty that seemed to exist solely for two lost souls like us, who felt out of place in every other corner of the world.

Breaking the heavy silence that enveloped us, I took a breath, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and regret. “I apologize for earlier, Your Majesty!” The words slipped out, weighed down by the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. The gentle whispers of the waves surrounded us, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my heart. “I should have silenced her the moment she arrived, sent her packing without a second thought. But I just… I couldn’t!” My jaw tightened as the memory surged back, igniting a fire of anger and humiliation that coursed through me like a raging tide.

“It’s alright,” he replied softly, his tone almost merging with the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore. “When I overheard the conversation from the next room, I was taken aback. I honestly thought you’d handle it quickly and decisively.”

I found myself staring down at the sand, shame washing over me like a cold wave. My lips quivered as I struggled to articulate my feelings. “I was genuinely shocked by her blatant disrespect,” I confessed after a moment’s pause, inhaling deeply as the wind whipped my hair across my face. “You won’t believe this, but she was once my role model. My parents were different; they taught me the importance of living with dignity. So when my mother hurled those words at me, it struck a deep chord within me. In that moment, I realized she was right. I have always been unwanted.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips, the sound nearly drowned out by the crashing surf.

“She reopened a wound I thought I had covered with my facade of bravery. Pathetic, isn’t it?” I added, my voice tinged with self-loathing.

Cassian’s footsteps slowed, and I noticed a flicker of something softening in his crimson eyes, a brief glimpse of vulnerability that pierced through my self-doubt. “Pathetic? No, I don’t think that’s the right word,” he replied, his voice deep and unwavering. “Everyone in this world tries to mask their deepest wounds behind a veneer of perfection. So don’t let your mother’s words define you. You are wanted. You will definitely—”

“Thank you!” I interrupted, a scoff escaping my lips. My heart raced, but I forced a smile, attempting to mask the turmoil within. “But I’m done with all of this. The notion of being someone’s priority, lover, wife, or whatever title you can think of—I don’t need it anymore. Yes, I won’t lie; I long for someone to make me their first priority. But I don’t need it.” I smiled again, even though my chest felt heavy with pain. “I am deeply hurt, in agony, and undoubtedly disappointed. But this too shall pass.”

His brow furrowed slightly, a crease forming between his brows, revealing his concern. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve discovered how I want to spend my life once my time here is over,” I said, a grin returning to my face as I bent down to retrieve a smooth, glimmering stone that caught my eye in the fading light.

“How? By becoming a single mother?” he asked, a hint of disbelief creeping into his voice.

“Yes,” I replied, straightening up and brushing the sand off my hands. “After meeting Sean, I realized I could carve out my own life, much like his. A child to nurture, a quaint farmhouse where everything I need will be within reach.”

His voice dropped, sharp and intense, like a blade hidden beneath silk. “Sean?” The wind tousled his silver hair, making it dance wildly under the dimming orange sky, a sight that felt almost surreal.

“Yes,” I replied softly, my heart swelling with warmth at the thought. “His place is tranquil. It feels like home, and I’m genuinely grateful to have met him.”

“You met him just one day ago, and you already feel thankful?” His tone darkened, a flicker of something protective flashing in his eyes as his jaw tightened.

“Some connections don’t require years to develop,” I answered, my gaze fixed on the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. “Sean is definitely one of those rare souls.”

He halted in his tracks, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made the world around us fade into insignificance. “Then what about me?”

I blinked, confusion washing over me like a sudden wave. “What do you mean?”

“Am I one of those who need years to get close?” His voice dropped to a whisper, a quiet rumble that reverberated beneath the sound of the waves.

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