Claiming Our Runaway Lycan Queen

IRA'S POV The doors opened, and I stood in a tight dress that barely covered my bum. Whoever made these uniforms deserved to be put in prison and the keys thrown away. My arms hurt as I balanced the tray which held two glasses of drinks made for the Alpha King and his brother. I walked through the event with my head bowed, ignoring the catcalls that poured as we entered the coronation hall. My Lycan wolf didn’t appreciate my head being bowed, or the rude and demeaning remarks from the high-ranking wolves. She wanted me to raise my head, to be half the dominant and powerful female she was, and let her do the rest. However, I couldn’t do that. My mother’s words rang in my mind, keeping me in check. I couldn’t let us get found, no matter the costs. I had to live a quiet life. Khanos grew restless, and in a bid to keep her in check, I put up some mental barriers between us. I needed all the concentration and strength to get through this night in one piece, and hell would freeze be

IRA'S POV "Here you go," Tamara said, handing me a black overall. My eyes narrowed at the sight of it. "What is that?" I asked, looking it over. "A cape?" she said in an incredulous tone, unpleased with my constant questions. I knew it was a cape. What I didn't understand was why I needed it. Tamara saw the devoid look on my face and launched into an explanation. "We are going through a tunnel," she said, heading towards the front door. "Trust me, you'll need it." I blinked, and she threw the door open. "Follow closely and try not to put us in trouble." Tamara stepped out of the room without another word. I quickly put on the cape, which smelt like it belonged in the fiery pits of hell, and followed suit. The servants' quarters felt like a graveyard. The hallways were swept in silence, so much so I could hear my own breathing. "The guards change at midnight," Tamara whispered upon getting to a cross-section. "We have a few minutes to get through the quarter gates." We contin

ERO’S POV “You can’t trust her,” I said to my brother once we stepped out of Ira’s confinement. “She’s hiding something.” “She is our mate,” Dexter said with a grit in his tone. “I felt her essence. Whatever it is she is hiding cannot be anything bad.” He turned to me when we entered the throne room. “She shouldn’t be locked up like a prisoner, Ero.” His tone held a deep resentment. “Release her.” I stared at my brother, trying to figure out his headspace. Dexter was my twin brother. We shared the same womb, but I was a few minutes older than him. “I won’t.” My words were clear and hard-cutting. My brother and I rarely had disagreements; we were always in tune. He was my fraternal twin, brother, partner, and ally. It was us against everything else, and I rarely said no to him. But not this time. It was too risky. “Then I will do it myself,” Dexter said, staring me in the eyes. My wolf twitched at the disrespect. Although Dexter was my brother, I was his king. I was a f

IRA'S POVI hated this room.It's been almost a week since I've been trapped here.Every single day, I felt my wolf grow stronger, and I hated it. It was getting difficult to keep Khanos in check without my herbs. This was the longest I'd gone without my herbs, which helped me maintain my powerless state.I couldn't stand being locked up in this room any longer. It didn't seem like it was going to end well for me if I remained here. Despite the fact I had everything I needed and was treated more like a guest than a prisoner, I needed to escape.The door flew open, and I didn't bother to look. I could bet it was one of the palace maids assigned to bring me food. Every day, I received sumptuous meals from the palace kitchen, and I was growing tired of them all.For the first time since I got caught, I looked forward to meeting Eros or Dexter once again. It felt like they had all forgotten I was still in here. That was the only explanation I could make up for their silence these past few

EROS POV"Where is she?!"My office door threw open and my brother breezed in with blazing eyes.I sat on my chair, unbothered. "What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning ignorance."You know exactly what I'm talking about, Eros," Dexter snapped. "Do not test me. Where is she?"I placed my pen on the table and slowly met his eyes. "I don't know," I stated, lying through my teeth. "Maybe if you try to explain, we'll take it up from there.""Ira," Dexter said. "Where is she? I got to her room and it was empty.""Ah," I said in a mocking tone. "You mean my maid?"I watched the veins in my brother's forehead pulse in anger."Your what?" His eyes dilated as he asked with a ferocious expression."You heard me," I corrected, relaxing on my chair. "You see, I've always told you, actions have consequences.""You might get to choose your actions, but you don't get to choose your consequences.""What did you do to her?" His tone was slow, dangerous, and heavy."Rest assured. She's fine," I s