All Chapters of Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I melted into him, my hands finding the solid warmth of his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath my palm. His scent enveloped me - cedar and rain and spice - filling my lungs until I felt drunk on it. Sierra and Leon recognized each other again, their awareness heightening the connection between us until I couldn't tell where my desire ended and Sierra's began.When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, I rested my forehead against his, unwilling to move away entirely."I know this isn't going to be easy," I whispered, the words falling between us like stones into still water. "You're royalty. The king's brother. And my parents are..." I struggled to find a diplomatic term."Virulently opposed to everything my brother stands for?" Christian supplied, his tone light though his eyes remained serious."That's putting it mildly," I agreed with a sigh. "They'll be furious. They might even..." I couldn't finish the thought, though the possibility of disownment had been lur

The conversation flowed more naturally after that, moving through various topics – art, music, literature, amusing palace anecdotes – while we worked our way through the impressive spread of food. I watched Lola gradually bloom under Emma and Theo's genuine interest, her responses becoming longer, more animated, less carefully guarded.Eventually, as the tea cooled in our cups and the platters emptied, Emma set her napkin aside and leaned forward, her expression shifting to something more serious."Lola," she said gently, "Christian mentioned that your family situation is... complicated. That your parents might not approve of your connection to him."Lola's smile faded, her fingers tightening around her teacup. "That's putting it mildly," she admitted. "My father has made his opinions about werewolf integration quite clear. And about your marriage in particular."Emma nodded, unsurprised. "I'm familiar with Lord Humphreys' views. They're not exactly whispered in dark corners.""I'm so

We dressed in comfortable silence, still caught in the afterglow of what had happened by the river. Lola's fingers fumbled slightly with the zipper of her dress, and I moved behind her to help, unable to resist pressing my lips to the nape of her neck as I did so. She shivered, leaning back against me for a moment before straightening with visible reluctance. "We should head back," she murmured, though her eyes told a different story - one where we stayed in the forest until dawn, letting our bodies speak the language our hearts were still learning."Stay with me tonight," I said, the words emerging as both question and plea. Leon rumbled his approval in my mind, unwilling to be separated from Sierra so soon after finding her.Her smile was slow and sweet, the lingering tension in her shoulders melting away. "I'd like that."We walked back through the darkened forest, following the moonlit path toward the palace. The night had deepened around us, stars pricking the velvet sky in famil

I woke to the first golden rays of dawn filtering through the curtains, Lola's warm body curled against mine, her honey-blonde hair spread across my pillow like spilled sunlight. The mate marks on our necks still tingled with fresh magic, the bond between us humming with newfound awareness. I could feel her in my mind—a gentle presence, sleeping but content—could sense her dreams like distant music. Leon stretched inside me, satisfied and possessive in equal measure. ‘Ours now’, he purred. ‘Forever ours’. I traced the curve of her shoulder with reverent fingers, marveling at how thoroughly my carefully ordered world had been upended in the space of two days.The palace alarm chimed softly—a reminder of obligations that couldn't be postponed, even for the wonder of waking beside my newly marked mate. Six-thirty. Theo and Emma would be departing at seven sharp, and as the king's right hand, I needed to see them off. More importantly, I needed to receive Theo's final instructions before

The tedium of governance settled over me like a familiar coat—uncomfortable but well-worn. For two days, I'd occupied my brother's chair in the Council Chamber, nodding at the appropriate intervals while Minister Chen droned on about timber tariffs and agricultural subsidies. My notes filled page after page with meticulously organized bullet points that I knew Theo would never read. The ministers seemed almost disappointed by the lack of crisis during my temporary stewardship, their prepared arguments and carefully rehearsed concerns met with calm efficiency that left them blinking in confusion. But the monotony of state business was rendered bearable by what waited for me beyond the heavy oak doors: Lola, exploring the palace gardens or curled up with a book in my quarters, her scent lingering on my skin even as I sat through the dullest of diplomatic briefings."Your Grace, about the Northern Territory allocation..." Minister Reeves adjusted his spectacles, peering at me