Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 51

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**Title: Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma**

**Chapter 51**

Roana,

“Wait!” Lorenzo’s voice reverberated through the parking lot, a thunderous roar that shattered the tense silence. He stormed toward the car, each step a manifestation of his barely contained fury, his body a coiled spring of rage ready to unleash.

The atmosphere around him felt electric, thick with unspoken words and simmering conflict. His brows were knitted together so fiercely that it seemed they might slice through his skin, and his jaw was clenched so tightly it appeared he was on the brink of shattering his own teeth.

We were on our way to the airport. Cassian had opted for the private jet earlier, leaving me to navigate my own way back. So here I stood, poised to board a commercial flight, just another wolf wandering through his kingdom, stripped of royal privilege.

“Miss Milestones!” His voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding, startling the few attendants milling about. The bodyguards and my aide, sensing the brewing storm, decided to retreat, leaving us in a tense standoff.

“How dare you make such a statement? Are you out of your mind? Have you completely forgotten that recklessness has no place here?” His tone was a chilling blade, merciless and cutting.

I turned slowly, confusion mingling with a rising irritation that threatened to bubble over. “What are you talking about?” I asked, striving to keep my voice steady, though the annoyance was unmistakable.

“What am I talking about?” He scoffed, his eyes igniting with indignation. “Are you really going to pretend you don’t know?” He advanced a step, the veins in his neck visibly straining, a testament to his fury. “You should have kept your mouth shut until His Majesty rescheduled the meeting. How dare you suggest they defy the laws?” His voice escalated, laced with incredulity and rage.

My patience began to slip away like grains of sand through an hourglass. I crossed my arms defiantly, meeting his fiery glare with unwavering resolve. “Beta Lorenzo,” I replied, my voice cool and steady, despite the tempest brewing within me. “First of all, I find your tone highly offensive. Remember, you are speaking to the Luna Queen, not some random woman you can bark orders at.”

His nostrils flared, and his lips curled into a snarl, a predator cornered. “What did you just say?” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing dangerously, as if daring me to back down.

I quickly scanned our surroundings—thankfully, we were in the VIP parking lot, shielded from the prying eyes of onlookers.

“Luna Queen?” He let out a humorless laugh, dripping with sarcasm. “Have you forgotten your position? Do you honestly believe I’m unaware of the contract?” His sneer was venomous, mocking every syllable of the title he refused to acknowledge.

“So what?” I replied, lowering my voice, the calmness a stark contrast to the storm inside. “The contract states that I am the legal wife—the only one who will stand by his side until his first love returns. Until that woman appears, you are obligated to treat me with respect, Beta Lorenzo.”

His eyes widened, the confidence momentarily faltering. The silence that followed was deafening, a heavy weight pressing down on us.

“That also means,” I continued, my voice unwavering, “if that woman never returns, I remain his wife until we both decide otherwise. And another thing—” I inhaled sharply, my chest rising with the weight of my words, “how dare you question me? Have you forgotten what your King said? My words will be the final say in any matter concerning his absence in this critical meeting. He granted me that authority himself. So if you have any grievances, take them to His Majesty.”

I reached for the car door, my hand trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the adrenaline surging through my veins.

“I know you’ve harbored hostility towards me for your own reasons,” I said, my voice growing colder, “but the marriage and the contract are matters that concern only His Majesty and me. You should remember your place. My husband—your King—will determine what my position is within this pack. You need not worry about whether I understand it or not.”

With that declaration, I yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind me, the resounding crack echoing like a declaration of defiance. He could seethe in silence for all I cared; I was finished entertaining his arrogance.

I started the car, the engine roaring to life beneath me, a powerful reminder of my own strength. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I pulled away, not sparing him another glance. He could find his own way to the airport.