Semua Bab Claimed By The Rogue Lycan King: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Ayla’s Point Of View“What am I?”The words slipped out of my mouth like broken glass, sharp and trembling, cutting my tongue on the way out. I didn’t even mean to say them out loud, but they forced their way into the open, like they’d been waiting for this exact moment to pounce.I sat there on the bed, my knees drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped around them so tightly that my fingertips were white from the pressure. My whole body felt wrong, too heavy, too fragile, too full of… I didn’t even know.I was shaking. Not from cold, not from pain.From everything.That dream… That nightmare… It wasn’t just a bad dream. It was a memory, I felt it was, but how could it be? I’ve never sat on a throne. I’ve never worn crowns or held kingdoms in my hand. I’ve never been called Queen.Never.I’m just Ayla. Broken. Bruised. Unwanted.The girl who wasn’t even good enough to be loved by her own mate. The girl whose own brother tried to drown her like a dog too broken to keep.I don’t belong on thr

Julian’s Point Of ViewI sat in the dark for a long while after Dex’s voice finally fell silent in my head. Or maybe I just stopped listening.It didn’t matter. She was gone. Dead. Out of my life.The ache wasn’t real. The guilt was just weakness. And weakness got men like me killed. I was going to be Alpha soon. I had no room for ghosts, regrets, or broken things in my future.My father was dead.Ayla was dead. Good. One more loose thread cut clean. Then… Knock knock. I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. The door opened anyway, slow and steady, like the person behind it knew better than to ask permission.Anton.Beta Anton stepped inside like he owned the place, silver at his temples, thick around the shoulders, his jaw forever set in that permanent, smug confidence men like him wore like armor.“My Alpha,” he said with a grin that made my skin crawl. “Or, rather… soon to be.” I gave him a brief nod. Not a greeting, an acknowledgment. Nothing more. He strolled further inside, boots clicking

Ayla’s Point Of ViewMorning had come, pale and cold, like a hesitant apology after the horror of last night. I hadn’t slept, not really. After that nightmare, I’d just lain there in the bed like a corpse laid out for mourning, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to find me again and failing.My skin still prickled, like the screams from that dream had crawled under it and made a home there. I needed to move. I need fresh air. I didn’t care where I went, I just couldn’t stay in this room a second longer.I slipped out of bed, moving quietly, brushing my tangled hair out of my face, wincing at the dull ache behind my eyes. My whole body felt like a puzzle missing too many pieces. Bruised. Disoriented. Fragile.I padded over to the door, slowly opening it, half-expecting someone to jump out at me—but the hall was empty. Quiet. Too quiet. I stepped out and spotted a maid walking past briskly, carrying folded linens.“Excuse me,” I rasped, voice raw from too much silence. “The… entr

Kael’s Point Of ViewThe crack of fists against flesh echoed across the training ground, sharp and satisfying.I stood on the far edge of the ring, arms crossed, watching two of my men spar. Their movements were clean, precise, brutal, just the way I liked it. No wasted effort. No pretty, decorative stances. Just pure, honed violence.It helped to keep the edge off.Or at least, it usually did. But now, something was wrong. I felt it like a slow itch crawling beneath my skin. Not danger exactly, not yet, but unrest. My wolf paced, growling low, unsettled by something I couldn’t yet see or smell.I flexed my hands slowly, jaw tight. “Fenrir.”‘Yeah?’He didn’t sound lazy or cocky for once. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ Silence at first. Then that soft, gravelly growl that only came when he was truly unsettled. ‘I don’t know. But I can’t relax. Something’s off. And I don’t like it.’Neither did I.I scanned the pack grounds, everything looked normal. Training, patrol rotations, the usual bar

Kael’s Point Of View“Make me.”The wild, confused flush rising on her cheeks was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Not fear anymore. Something else. Something she didn’t want to name. And I was dangerously close to wanting it.I should’ve stopped.Should’ve given her space, reassured her, been the good man, the reasonable one, the one who deserved a mate.But I didn’t want to be good.Not now. Not here. Not with her biting her lip to keep from saying whatever wild thing was about to fall from her tongue. “You don’t even know me,” she whispered, voice shaking with more than just fear now.I leaned closer, just enough that I could feel the heat of her skin brush the air between us. “I don’t need to know you,” I murmured. “I feel you.” My wolf, Fenrir, rumbled in agreement deep in my bones. ‘Mine. Ours. Claim her. Touch her. Taste her.’She was trembling, but not from the cold.Good.I liked the trembling. I lived for it. “You think I brought you back to this pack because I’m a go