All Chapters of Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As we turned toward the dining room doors, I stole one more glance at her profile. My fingers tingled where they had touched hers, but I felt a warmth in my chest that outshone any physical sensation. Two centuries of waiting, and I had found my mate in this strong, fierce woman who stood her ground against centuries of prejudice with unflinching courage.The political ramifications would be complex, the path forward uncertain. But in this moment, watching her walk beside me with her chin lifted and her shoulders squared, I knew with bone-deep certainty that she was worth whatever challenges lay ahead.We returned to the breakfast table in a strange procession—the Lycan King, the werewolf Alpha, and the gamma who had just faced down a royal minister without flinching. The dining room's gentle hum of conversation faltered as we entered, curious eyes tracking our movement before politely diverting. My hand still tingled where Emma's fingers had rested in mine, a phantom sensation I coul

I returned to my hotel suite, shutting the door against the opulent hallway with its gleaming marble and moonstone accents. The room felt too grand, too foreign – all polished surfaces and elaborate furnishings that somehow managed to be both beautiful and subtly exclusionary. Even the chair at the desk was designed for Lycan proportions, leaving my feet dangling slightly when I sat down. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, trying to process everything that had happened at breakfast – the ministerial confrontation, the planning session, and most of all, those moments when Theo's eyes had met mine across the table and something electric had passed between us.The mate bond. I still couldn't fully wrap my mind around it. Artemis had no such reservations, her certainty radiating through our shared consciousness like sunlight. She'd been insufferably smug since recognizing Theo's Lycan as her mate, projecting memories of their moonlit run with the persistence of someone proving

A murmur of interest rippled through the gathered wolves, who had edged closer to hear our exchange. I became aware that our casual conversation had attracted an even larger audience, with wolves from various packs watching with undisguised curiosity. The Northern Crescent Alpha stepped forward, his silver-streaked beard gleaming in the sunlight."Would you be willing to demonstrate some counters?" he asked, his deep voice carrying the distinctive accent of the mountain territories. "Many of our younger pack members have never been taught how to effectively defend against a Lycan."I hesitated, suddenly uncomfortable with being the centre of attention. Training my own pack was one thing; conducting an impromptu seminar at the summit was quite another. My gaze flicked to Elijah, seeking guidance."It would be valuable information," my brother said carefully, diplomatic as always. "But only if you're comfortable, Em.""I'd be interested to see these techniques myself," Theo added, his e

I stood in the hotel lobby, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from my silk blouse for the third time in as many minutes. The massive crystal chandelier above cast prismatic light across marble floors, a display of wealth as subtle as a howl at midnight. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted my mother's silver pendant, its familiar weight against my collarbone the only anchor in this sea of Lycan opulence. Eight o'clock. He would be here soon.Artemis paced restlessly within me, her anticipation spilling into my human consciousness like water overflowing a dam. ‘Our mate is coming,’ she kept insisting, her excitement a stark contrast to the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. I forced myself to breathe deeply, drawing in the mingled scents of polished marble, expensive perfumes, and beneath it all, the faintest trace of cedar

The following minutes unfolded with strained normalcy. Emma and Elijah engaged Alpha Donovan in conversation about the specifics of the engineering assistance, while I drifted slightly apart to speak with Christian who had approached during the exchange. My brother's perceptive gaze missed nothing, noting Emma's tension and my protective stance with that analytical assessment that made him invaluable in court politics."Trouble?" he murmured, pitching his voice for my ears alone."Potentially," I acknowledged. "Her former mate is apparently in attendance."Christian's expression sharpened, gray eyes scanning the room with renewed focus. "The abusive one. Interesting timing.""Indeed." I kept Emma in my peripheral vision, tracking her movements with an awareness that tran