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27: Emma
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2025-05-02 00:00:40I stood in the hotel lobby, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from my silk blouse for the third time in as many minutes. The massive crystal chandelier above cast prismatic light across marble floors, a display of wealth as subtle as a howl at midnight. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted my mother's silver pendant, its familiar weight against my collarbone the only anchor in this sea of Lycan opulence. Eight o'clock. He would be here soon.
Artemis paced restlessly within me, her anticipation spilling into my human consciousness like water overflowing a dam. ‘Our mate is coming,’ she kept insisting, her excitement a stark contrast to the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. I forced myself to breathe deeply, drawing in the mingled scents of polished marble, expensive perfumes, and beneath it all, the faintest trace of cedar
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Claimed By The Lycan King 52: Theodore
My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I paced the length of my hotel suite for what felt like the hundredth time, each step carrying the weight of my crown, my responsibility, and this new, raw ache that had carved itself into my chest since Emma disappeared. Three days of knowing her should not have left me this undone, and yet here I was, a king reduced to helpless pacing while somewhere in my city, my mate was in danger."They should have found something by now," I growled, running my fingers through my hair. The Golden Compass Hotel sprawled beneath my top-floor suite, and somewhere in its elegant expanse, the trail to Emma had gone cold.Elijah Maxwell matched my agitation step for step on the opposite side of the room, his green eyes—so like his sister's—dark with worry. His shoulders hunched forward as if bearing the physical weight of his failure
Claimed By The Lycan King 51: Emma
The effort left me physically drained. I slumped against the wall, my breath coming in short gasps. Across the room, Krea tilted her head, watching me with renewed interest. Had she noticed something? The change in my breathing, perhaps, or some subtle shift in my expression?"Water," I croaked, partly to distract her, partly because my throat was desert-dry from hours without drinking.Krea's lips curled into something almost like a smile. "The Alpha didn't say anything about keeping you comfortable.""The Alpha will want me conscious for what he has planned," I countered, hating the words even as I spoke them. "Hard to mark someone who's passed out from dehydration."Something flickered in her eyes—acknowledgment, perhaps, or simple cruelty—before she rose
Claimed By The Lycan King 50: Emma
Benjamin laughed, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. "I warned them you'd try to link your brother," he said, watching me struggle to breathe through the receding agony. "So they gave you something to keep your wolf... compliant."Behind him, Minister Bennett shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting to Minister Krea. I noted the interaction, filing it away. Not all the conspirators were equally committed, then.Inside me, Artemis continued to batter against the barrier, weaker now but still fighting. I joined her from my side, pushing against the wall between us with all my mental strength. It gave—just slightly, but enough to feel like a victory.Benjamin must have read something in my expression, because his smile took on a sharper edge. "I think I'll leave you to your thoughts for a while," he said, s
Claimed By The Lycan King 49: Emma
I woke to darkness and the taste of copper in my mouth. My head throbbed with each heartbeat, a dull percussion that seemed to echo in the cold, damp air around me. As consciousness seeped back, I became aware of the bite of metal against my wrists and ankles—chains, heavy and unyielding. The realization slithered through my foggy mind: I was restrained, captive. A prisoner. Memory hovered just beyond reach, fragmentary and slippery, but instinct told me to remain still, to assess before revealing I was awake.The room smelled of earth and mildew, with undertones of something chemical that stung my nostrils. A basement, my mind supplied. The floor beneath the chair I was bound to was concrete, uneven and moisture-slick. The air hung heavy, still, suggesting we were underground with little ventilation. My werewolf senses, dulled though they were, picked up traces of rodents, old wood, and the metallic
Claimed By The Lycan King 48: Theodore
My fingers were frozen against the cool marble of the bathroom sink, but inside my chest burned with an ache so fierce I could barely breathe. I caught my reflection in the mirror – eyes wild with fear, jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. Somewhere out there, Emma was gone, taken, and the bond that had only just begun to bloom between us stretched like a gossamer thread ready to snap. I couldn't feel her emotions anymore, just the faintest whisper that she still existed in this world. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.The bathroom in my hotel suite had become an impromptu command center, the white tiles and gilded fixtures an absurd backdrop for the nightmare unfolding. Forensic experts in blue gloves moved methodically through the space, collecting samples, photographing surfaces, their voices low and clinical. I had insisted on staying, and Elijah – his face a mirror of my own devast
Claimed By The Lycan King 47: Theodore
I walked the plush carpeted hallway from my suite to Emma's, a smile playing at my lips that I couldn't quite suppress. The image of her face when she'd first seen my bathtub—eyes wide with wonder, lips parted in delight—had etched itself into my memory. Such a simple thing, that massive marble tub with its gold fixtures and multiple jets, something I'd taken for granted my entire royal life. But through her eyes, I was seeing my world anew, seeing the privilege for what it was. And somehow, that made me want to give her everything.The memory of last night lingered like a sweet taste on my tongue. Just twenty-four hours ago, we had accepted each other as mates, the bond between us still fresh and delicate as a newly unfurled leaf. I'd spent 175 years waiting for this, for her, without even knowing it. The fierce protectiveness that surged through me whenever I thought of Emma startled me with
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