All Chapters of Claimed by the Lycan King : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Dante's POV I stood at the altar waiting for Vera, my hands clasped behind my back to hide their slight trembling. I'd faced enemy alphas without fear, had negotiated with dangerous crime lords without hesitation, but waiting for my mate to appear for our Moon Ceremony had my heart pounding harder than it ever had in battle. I was dressed in a formal black suit with midnight blue accents carefully chosen to match Vera's dress. The jacket fit perfectly, tailored specifically for my frame, and small silver wolf emblems decorated the collar as symbols of my status as Lycan King. The ceremony site looked beautiful in the fading light, exactly as I'd envisioned it during weeks of planning. The ancient stone circle had been restored to its former glory, the massive rocks standing tall and proud against the darkening sky. White flowers decorated every surface, their petals glowing softly in the light from hundreds of candles placed strategically around the circle. The full moon was alrea

Dante's POV The light show surrounding us gradually faded as the Moon Priestess lowered her hands, the gold and red returning to invisibility though I could still feel the bond humming stronger than ever between Vera and me. The priestess smiled, something rare for her ancient weathered face, and raised her voice one final time. "By the power of the Moon Goddess and witnessed by all gathered here, I declare these two blessed mates in the eyes of the divine. What the goddess has joined, let no wolf separate." She unwound the silver cord from our hands slowly, the glowing fading as she worked. "You may seal your union." The crowd erupted in cheers and celebration before I could even move, wolves howling their approval while the human crime family representatives clapped and shouted congratulations. But I barely heard any of it because I was already pulling Vera close and kissing her deeply, not caring about the hundreds of witnesses watching. This was our moment and I wanted every

Vera's POV Two weeks after the Moon Ceremony, I woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain radiating through my lower back and abdomen. At first I thought it was just more of the usual pregnancy discomfort, the aches and pains that had become normal over the past months. But then the pain came again, stronger this time, and I knew immediately what was happening. "Dante," I said, shaking his shoulder. "Dante, wake up." He was awake instantly, his eyes snapping open and immediately scanning for threats. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" "The baby," I gasped as another contraction hit. "I think the baby's coming." He was out of bed and pulling on clothes before I'd finished speaking, moving with the speed only a Lycan could manage. "It's too early. You're not due for another three weeks." "Tell that to our child," I said through gritted teeth. He was already on the phone calling Elena, barking orders in a tone that made it clear this was an emergency. Within minutes I heard

Vera's POV In the quiet hours after everyone left, after the last congratulations had been given and the door finally closed behind well-wishers, I held my son close while Dante wrapped his arms around us both. We sat together on the bed, me propped up against pillows and Dante beside me, his body warm and solid and exactly where I needed him. Alexander slept peacefully in my arms, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath, completely unaware of the love surrounding him. I reflected on the incredible journey that had brought me here, to this moment of perfect peace and happiness. Six months ago I'd been bleeding in the forest, convinced my life was over because an alpha had rejected me. I'd believed Daemon when he said I was worthless, when he claimed I was too fat and too omega to deserve love or respect or a place in his pack. I'd internalized every cruel word until I couldn't see any value in myself. From that broken starting point to here, holding my newborn son whil

Dante's POV Three months after Alexander's birth, I received troubling intelligence from Marcus during our morning security briefing. He spread photos across my desk, surveillance images showing unfamiliar wolves near our southern border. "The Deluca family," Marcus said, pointing at one photo. "They've been spotted three times this week crossing into our territory without permission." "How far in?" "Two miles past the border markers." He pulled up another image. "And the Romano family has been asking questions about our supply routes, specifically which ones have reduced security since Alexander was born." I felt my jaw clench. "They think I've gone soft." "They think becoming a father has made you distracted or weak." Marcus met my eyes. "They're testing to see if the Russo family is vulnerable now." Some smaller crime families were testing our borders, trying to see if having a son had changed my priorities or made me less willing to engage in violence. They were making a da