Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 5

Cassian Wolfram,

"Tell me, who is she?" The unsheathed claws wrapped around this small old he-wolf's neck, looking deliciously fragile, ready to snap and break. My claws pressed deeper, reminding him that one twitch of my fingers could end his pitiful life in a heartbeat.

"My– My Lord. I beg you for mercy. I don't know. I don't know who she is. I found you at my doorstep!" This old healer was stubborn. But stupidly stubborn. His trembling didn’t amuse me; it irritated me.

"How dare you lie in the face of the Lycan King! Do you have no love for your life? Tell me who that fucking woman is who saved me. I might not remember her name, but her scent is still lingering here!" I smirked, leaning closer, my breath ghosting against his face as his pulse hammered under my grip.

"Is she that important to you, that you protect her? You foolish!" I gritted my teeth, my grip around his neck hardening, watching his skin redden and veins pop. The sound of his strangled gasp almost tempted me to snap his neck and silence him forever.

His eyes widened, the signs of struggling to breathe appearing on his wrinkled face. "My... My Lord! She... She is the princess of this Pack. But she... she is married to another Alpha!" He finally confessed with quivering lips. But the distinct regret of exposing her identity seemed to have made him weaker.

Those people really liked their princess, didn’t they? They were ready to die to hide her identity. How amusing. Pathetic, but amusing.

"Tsk. Weaklings." I released him with a flick, throwing him across the room like useless debris. His body hit the floor with a thud. I stepped over him without another glance, walking toward the door with the weight of command in each stride. " I won't hurt whoever saves me. So, you should have told me about her. Here." I tossed a stack of coins onto the shoe rack, the metal clinking coldly. " Thank you for saving me. Don’t act like a hero next time. Heroes die first."

I walked out of the small house, leaving that old man on the floor, gasping like a fish desperate for air.

I woke up to find myself lying on a bed. Wrapped in bandages, I immediately recalled yesterday's fight with the King of Rogues. The Dark Rogues—one of the strongest and deadliest Rogues. But what struck my consciousness was the betrayal of my own people, my personal servant who I took with me.

Not only did that ungrateful omega betray me by using a strong amount of wolfsbane, but he also attacked me when I was off guard. His face will be the first I rip apart when the time comes.

That was when reality struck. I lost my trusted people who were ready to sacrifice their lives for the safety of those Packs under my surveillance. He killed them the way he tried to kill me.

All I could do was run, fucking run away like a pathetic loser. Anger burned my body, my heart, and soul. I am no loser. They would pay for everything—every single thing—until their blood decorates the soil.

While running away from the battlefield, I realized that the poison that coursed through me hadn’t been Wolfsbane alone. No, the bastards were clever. Belladonna, twined with Wolfsbane, seeped into my blood, twisting my mind, burning my flesh.

When the Wolfsbane’s fire tore through my body, even my Lycan could not endure it. He plunged us into the river, the icy depths biting, drowning the flames just enough to keep us alive.

By the time I first opened my eyes, I saw her. A woman, standing before me, her hands wrapped around the arrows that my Lycan carried. Panic struck with the thought of being attacked by another rogue.

But I couldn’t do anything but watch her pulling the arrows as if her life depended on it.

I couldn’t see her face; her beautiful red hair covered it. But I saw her body, her scent, and I heard her voice.

I didn’t know how she looked, but I wouldn’t forget that scent—just the scent of jasmine after a rain shower. No other scent. Very unique and comforting.

However, my Lycan was a mess. The belladonna affected our minds and turned us to madness. We felt that bond when she touched us, like a magnetic force towards its opposite pull. But our soul was in rampage, and we wanted to crush her for touching us. The madness craved to destroy her, while something deeper wanted to claim her.

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