All Chapters of Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I smiled as the grainy footage played on the small television mounted in the corner of the prison canteen. The explosion blossomed like a beautiful flower, bright and violent against the peaceful backdrop of that secluded cottage. Coffee warmed my palms through the cheap plastic cup as I watched her, my Emma, being thrown backward by the blast. The footage cut out just after that perfect moment, leaving her fate tantalizingly uncertain to the casual viewer. But I knew better. The guards' whispers told me enough—both of them had survived. Injured, but alive. I sipped my coffee, the bitterness flooding my mouth as I considered this unfortunate development. Survival wasn't part of the plan.The other inmates gave me a wide berth, animal instinct warning them away from a predator. Even here, stripped of my pack and my title, they sensed what I was—an Alpha without a crown, perhaps, but an Alpha nonetheless. The television droned on, reporters speculating wildly about who might have plante

I traced the line of Theo's jaw with trembling fingers, careful to avoid the healing cuts that still marked his skin like badges of survival. Two weeks since the explosion had torn through our peaceful retreat, and still he slept, his chest rising and falling in the shallow rhythm that had become both my torment and my comfort. Alive, but absent. Present, but gone. I leaned closer, my still-tender ribs protesting the movement, and pressed my lips to his forehead. "Come back to me," I whispered against his skin, the words worn smooth from repetition. "Please, Theo. Find your way back."The medical wing had become more familiar to me than our royal chambers in the past fourteen days. I knew every crack in the ceiling tiles, every subtle shift in the light as the sun moved across the sky beyond the curtained windows. The nurses had given up trying to enforce visiting hours for the queen; instead, they'd brought in a more comfortable chair, arranged it beside Theo's bed, and pr

I watched the monitor go dark as the palace communications team ended the broadcast. The words I'd just spoken to the kingdom seemed to hang in the air – "His Majesty King Theodore is awake and recovering." Simple words that couldn't possibly convey the storm of emotions behind them. Leon purred contentedly in my mind, his relief washing through me in waves that left my hands trembling slightly. My brother was awake. After two weeks of darkness and machinery breathing for him, Theo had opened his eyes and spoken. The weight that had settled across my shoulders the moment Aleksander had burst into the library hadn't lifted entirely – there was still an attempted assassination to solve, a kingdom to reassure, security to maintain – but for the first time since the explosion, I could draw a full breath without feeling like I was drowning."That went well," Lola said softly from behind me, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder. "You looked like a proper regent up there."I turned to face

Consciousness had become a fragile gift that I no longer took for granted. My eyes opened to the soft morning light filtering through the medical suite's curtains, and I savored the simple miracle of awareness after two weeks of darkness. Pain radiated through my body in waves, each breath a negotiation with damaged lungs, but the discomfort was welcome – proof that I was alive, that I had fought my way back to Emma. She slept curled against my side, careful even in slumber to avoid the worst of my injuries, her white-blonde hair spilling across the pillow we shared. Aeson stirred within me, his presence stronger than yesterday but still muted, conserving energy for the healing that consumed most of my strength.I watched Emma breathe, counting each rise and fall of her chest like a prayer of gratitude. The bandages on her left arm were stark white against her skin, covering burns that Dr. Meyers had assured me were healing well. Bruises in various stages of fading mapped h

I woke to the familiar stench of disinfectant and stale air, but something felt different. My eyes tracked the thin strip of light bleeding through the narrow window of my cell, painting a golden line across the concrete floor. Today. After days of counting minutes and plotting revenge, today would change everything. I allowed myself a small smile, private and dangerous, as I turned my face toward the ceiling. Orion stirred within me, my wolf’s anticipation matching my own, our shared hunger nearly palpable in the confined space. Today, finally, the chains would come off.I sat up slowly, savoring the moment, letting anticipation build like a physical force beneath my skin. The narrow bed creaked beneath my weight; a sound I’d grown to hate during my imprisonment, a constant reminder of how far I’d fallen. An Alpha reduced to this. A concrete box barely large enough to pace, a metal toilet without privacy, a bed that announced every movement to the guards who monitored me.