Todos los capítulos de Claimed By The Lycan King: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

She stood near one of the tall windows, partially hidden by a column, watching the dancing with an expression I couldn't quite read. The candlelight caught in her honey-blonde hair, turning it to liquid gold where it fell in careful waves around her shoulders. Her dress was the pale green of new leaves, modest compared to many of the elaborate gowns surrounding her, but somehow more striking for its simplicity. She held a champagne flute between slender fingers, barely sipping from it as her amber eyes - Lycan eyes, I realized with a jolt - moved restlessly over the crowd.Those eyes suddenly locked with mine across the room, and I felt the impact like a physical blow. She went utterly still, lips parting slightly as if in surprise. For an endless moment, we stared at each other while the celebration continued around us, oblivious to the world-shifting recognition passing between two strangers.She broke the connection first, glancing away and then back at me with an expression of sud

I closed the door of my hotel suite behind me and leaned against it, my heart still racing like I'd run the entire way from the palace. The Golden Compass lived up to its reputation for luxury - moonstone-infused pillars cast a soft ethereal glow across the cream and gold furnishings, and through the tall windows, the Royal City glittered like a jewel box spilled across dark velvet. But I barely noticed any of it. All I could think about was Christian - the warmth of his hand at my waist, the intensity in his grey eyes when he'd said those three impossible words. "You're my mate." Sierra stretched contentedly inside me, still purring like she'd swallowed a motor, while my human half cycled through panic, elation, and sheer disbelief."Oh my god," I whispered to the empty room, pushing away from the door on unsteady legs. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."I kicked off my heels, leaving them where they fell, and moved to the window. My reflection stared back at me - cheeks flushed, eye

The path narrowed further until driving became impossible. I parked in a small clearing meant for groundskeepers' vehicles, hidden from the main paths by thick rhododendron bushes. From the trunk, I retrieved a wicker basket and a folded blanket, both prepared with quiet efficiency by palace staff who'd asked no questions when I'd made my request at dawn."We'll have to walk from here," I said, offering her my free hand. "It's not far."She slipped her fingers into mine, the contact sending electricity skating across my skin. Her hand was cool and slender, but I could feel the subtle strength in it – a reminder that Lycans, even those who appeared delicate, possessed power beyond human measure.I led her along a narrow deer path, barely visible among the underbrush. The forest closed around us, dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above, casting shifting patterns across her face. The sounds of the palace fell away, replaced by birdsong and the whisper of leaves stirred by gen

Her lips tasted of wine and possibility. I drew back just enough to see her face, to memorize the way sunlight filtered through the canopy above us and painted dappled patterns across her skin. Lola Humphreys - daughter of my brother's most vocal critics, crasher of royal weddings, follower of prophetic dreams - was somehow perfect in ways I couldn't have imagined before yesterday. Leon purred contentedly in my mind, a sensation so foreign I almost laughed aloud. Centuries of careful diplomacy, of maintaining the perfect mask of the dutiful second son, and now I found myself undone by a single kiss in a forest clearing."What are you thinking?" she asked, her fingers still resting lightly against the nape of my neck."That you're nothing like I expected the daughter of Lord Humphreys to be," I admitted, tucking a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear. "Though to be fair, I never thought much about Lord Humphreys' daughter at all."Her laugh was soft and musical. "I've spent most

Sure enough, barely two minutes later, Theo and Emma emerged from behind the trees, hastily wrapped in the simple cloaks they kept hidden for exactly this purpose. Theo's hair was disheveled, Emma's cheeks flushed with exertion and embarrassment. They approached our picnic spot with the awkward air of people who knew they'd interrupted something significant."Christian," Theo greeted, his formal tone betrayed by the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "We didn't realize this area was... occupied.""Clearly," I replied dryly. "It's not as if this is my private spot that I've been coming to for over a century."Emma's eyes had fixed on Lola, recognition flashing across her features. I remembered suddenly that as Queen, she would have reviewed the guest list for their wedding as thoroughly as I had. And Lola's name had definitely not been on it."Hello," Emma said, her tone warm despite the unusual circumstances. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."I squeezed Lola's h