All Chapters of Treasured by the Alpha Prince: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

||Clayton|| Waking up to my mate was the most beautiful feeling ever. Claire’s head was resting on my chest and her light, slowed breathing and heartbeat, meant she was still sleeping. Her heat had settled and I felt I could breathe once again. I hated to see her in pain and unable to do anything but I guess heat was a vital process that every she-wolf or she-Lycan has to go through. It was early hours in the morning and I was smiling uncontrollably just thinking about how our bodies mangled and fitted together last night. It was unlike anything. I can't seem to compare the nights I spent with Claire. Each night was special in its own way and conveyed a different kind of feeling. I wanted to serve her breakfast in bed so I slowly untangled our bodies, trying my best not to wake her. She stirred a little and didn't wake up. I threw on some joggers and a black singlet. I headed down to find out that my Omega had already prepared breakfast for us. I quickly looked through the kitchen

Claire's POVI quickly handed the shopping bags to the omegas and strode through the house in search of my mate and son.“Mommy you are back!”A happy bubbling Calvin wrapped his arms around my waist hugging me.“Did you have a great time with daddy?” I asked about his day, running my fingers through his hair.“Yes mommy, you wouldn't believe where dad took me today.”He said, all happy, bouncing on his feet. My Calvin was full of energy and that made me smile.“Tell me all about it, baby.” I perked him on the cheeks.“We went ice skating today.” His cheeks flushed from the cold air. “Dad said I am a natural, mom, and he helped me with roller skate too. Did you know that there is a special way to step on the ice?”“No, I didn’t know that.” I exclaimed dramatically.“Yes, I moved around dancing, round, and round and round, and running with dad. That was so great.” He beamed with pride.“Sound interesting”“Yes it was. He told me all the cool stories about skating. We even had a ho

Claire’s POV “Claire??” Clayton's voice called out to me, but it sounded distant, muffled, as if I was detached from reality. I was physically present, yet felt disconnected from my own body, numbly watching as the place that had brought me so much joy and pride was consumed by flames.Everything was destroyed, nothing was left. In fact my heart and soul got burned with it. The memory was vivid in my mind, as if it had happened just yesterday when the previous owner confiding in Vivi, Eva, and me about her desire to sell the place. I had seen the potential and enthusiastically suggested we seize the opportunity, and the girls had agreed. The thrill of purchasing the shop still lingered, but now, in the wake of the fire, our excitement had turned to devastation.The thought made me so angry. I felt myself burning. I was freaky hot. The burning sensation was not from the fire but from something deep inside me.“Claire, can you hear me?” Clayton’s panicking voice reached my ears

||Bredon|| After the ordeal in the rogue town and the fire, I brought Vivi back to our room. She had lost everything. She and Luna worked so hard, and now it was all in ashes. It was a hell of a thing to watch a woman lose her whole foundation. Sighing audibly, I made her a cup of chamomile tea. We sat together on the couch in silence, the quiet heavy and wrong. I didn't like seeing her so shut down. "How is the tea?" I broke the silence, trying to coax a flicker of her spirit back. An angry Vivian was infinitely better than a silent one. "Bitter for my taste, but thanks.” She managed a small, tired smile. Nodding, I pulled her close, resting her head against my chest. "You know you can scream, cry, throw something, right? Pick a lamp. I won't hold it against you. I am here for whatever you need, even if that's a tantrum." "I know," she whispered. "I just don't know how to feel. Leah took me in when my parents kicked me out onto the street after they found out I was preg

A day after the shopping and the fire ||Roxy|| Claire was my unwavering anchor and the girls—my delightful, necessary chaos. They had embraced me, flaws and all, filling my day with a joy that shimmered brightly, yet failed to silence the profound, hollow ache deep in my chest. Even surrounded by love, I was utterly, irrevocably alone. The silent agony of being unmated at my age was a constant, dull throb. Every glance at a she-wolf cradled by her destined partner sent a spike of searing jealousy through me. I craved that bond: to be cherished, to be needed, to be utterly consumed by one man. I stayed awake nightly, praying to the Moon Goddess to fill that void, and begging forgiveness for all my past transgressions. Perhaps this loneliness was my divine punishment. But even the clamor of my guilt and longing couldn't drown out the relentless, intoxicating thought of one specific man. Jason. The Delta of the Dark Moon pack—the man who had pushed me past screaming and into si