All Chapters of Claimed By The Rogue Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ayla's Point Of View“Say it again,” I whispered, my fingers slowly trailing down the warm lines of Julian’s chest, savoring the way his skin reacted to my touch. His scent… smoke, pine, and something purely him, wrapped around me like a protective cloak.“You’re mine, Ayla,” he murmured, pulling me close, lips brushing my temple. “Every breath in my body knows it.”I let out a shaky sigh and curled against him. The sheets still held the heat of our bodies, twisted and tangled like the night we’d just shared. I wanted to stay here forever, trapped in this silence, in him.“Then promise me,” I breathed. “That I won’t wake up to find this... us… gone.”Julian didn’t speak right away. His jaw ticked. I felt the tension pulse through him before he kissed me… deep, slow, like he needed me to believe him. “You are everything,” he said. “My future. My forever.”Tears threatened, but I blinked them back, choosing instead to cling to the sound of his voice and the steady beat of his heart bene

Ayla's Point Of View Water.All I felt was water.It hit me like stone, hard, cold, brutal, ripping the breath from my lungs before I could even scream.The sea swallowed me whole.I tumbled beneath its waves like a ragdoll, my limbs useless, the wolfsbane-laced chains burning through my skin like molten fire. The rope around my wrists tightened as I thrashed, slicing deeper into the wounds already there.I tried to kick. I tried to surface. But the weight dragged me further… deeper… down.The salt stung the cuts across my face, and blood billowed around me in ribbons. My hair tangled in the current, wrapping around my neck like noose-tight vines. The sea didn’t want to let me go.They didn’t want to let me live.My lungs screamed for air.I opened my mouth instinctively, and the ocean rushed in. Cold and merciless. I choked, coughed, flailed. Nothing helped.My eyes burned, but I forced them open. Above me, the moon flickered like a dying candle behind ripples. So far away. So unrea

Kael's Point Of View"Who did this?!"My voice cracked through the forest like a thunderclap, sharp and unforgiving. The trees fell silent. Even the wind dared not rustle the leaves.Blood stained the forest floor… fresh, vibrant, and steaming in the early morning chill. The air was thick with the iron scent of it. The body lay at the center of the clearing like a twisted offering, young, female, torn apart by claws that didn’t belong to beasts, but men.My men.I stepped closer, my boots crunching through the underbrush. My eyes scanned every face standing before me. Twelve of them, all from my rogue unit. Each one avoiding my gaze, shoulders taut, jaws clenched, but none brave enough to step forward.“She was innocent,” I growled, the words dragging through my teeth like knives. “She wasn’t a threat. She was running.” I pointed at the claw marks, the torn fabric of the girl’s clothing. “You chased her. You hunted her.”A murmur rippled through the group, but no one confessed.“You t

Kael’s Point Of ViewShe stared at me, those wary, bruised eyes full of uncertainty, and something deeper. Something broken.“Why do you keep calling me yours?” she asked, voice quiet but sharp, cutting through the moment like a blade. “You don’t even know me.”I felt my breath still in my chest. Because I did. I didn’t need a name. I didn’t need a past. I felt her in my soul. “That’s because you are,” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “My mate.” Her entire body tensed. “What?” she whispered, like the word tasted like poison on her tongue.I nodded once, slow and firm. “Mate.”She blinked at me, disbelief and fear and something close to anger flashing across her face. “That’s impossible.”“It’s not,” I said, more firmly this time. “I felt it the second you ran into me. I knew.”She shook her head, voice rising. “No. No, you don’t understand. I already had a mate. He rejected me.” Her voice cracked, and she looked away as if even saying it tore open wounds she’d buried deep. “And

Kael’s Point Of ViewThe wind rolled heavy with the scent of pine and the sharp tang of coming rain.I stood at the edge of the clearing, boots grinding into the soft dirt, my jaw locked so tight I could taste blood where I’d bitten the inside of my cheek. Riven appeared behind me, quiet as a shadow. As always.“You called?” His voice was low, almost bored, but I caught the sharpness beneath it. He was never just bored.I didn’t look at him at first.Instead, I let my gaze drift toward the horizon, the distant peaks where the sky bled into the land like an old bruise.“I’m heading out,” I said, voice gravel-rough. “I need to make a visit.”“To where?” Riven folded his arms over his chest, leather creaking.I finally turned, sharp, eyes narrowing. “The council.” That got his attention. His brow rose, slow, sharp, deliberate. “The council?” He laughed once, humorless. “I thought we were done playing politics.”“Apparently,” I growled, “they didn’t get that memo.” Riven tilted his head s