All Chapters of Claimed by the Lycan King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vera's Pov Dante stared at me like I had just spoken a foreign language.“You want me to what?”I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down even though my heart hammered in my chest. Then, I repeated what I'd said earlier. He blinked slowly, processing it, “Train you,”“Yes,”“To fight,”“Yes,”Why was he finding it so hard to believe that I'd actually say that?“Is that so hard to believe?” I asked, folding my arms under my breasts. "Honestly? A little." He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "An hour ago you were calling me a heartless monster. Now you want me to teach you violence?”“That's not –,” I started then groaned, “I don't want to learn violence. I want to learn strength. There's a difference.”"Is there?" His head tilted slightly, studying me. "Why, Vera? Why now?"I hesitated. The real answer sat heavy on my tongue, but saying it out loud meant admitting how pathetic and weak I'd been. "Vera." His voice softened. "Why do you want to learn to fight?""Be

Vera's POVI watched Dante's retreating form disappear through the doorway, sensing that something serious must have happened for him to shoot out of my bed so suddenly.He'd gone from gentle mate to ruthless alpha in the span of a heartbeat, and even though I barely knew him, I could feel the violence coiling beneath his skin."Stay safe," I called after him softly, the words tumbling out before I could think better of them. "Don't get injured."He paused mid-stride and turned back to look at me, surprise flickering across his features like he hadn't expected those words from me. Then his expression softened just slightly, and he crossed back to where I stood, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead that made my breath catch and my heart do strange flipping things in my chest."I'll come back," he promised, his voice rough with emotion I couldn't quite name. "I always will."Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that made something in my chest ache inexpli

Vera's Pov The loud bang had me screaming before I could stop myself. But Dante's hand clamped over my mouth immediately, firm but gentle as his body pressed me possessively against the wall. “Quiet,” His voice carried urgency, though barely audible in the chaos erupting from downstairs, “Stay completely quiet. Don't make a sound,”I nodded frantically against his palm. My heart was hammering so hard, I thought it might explode against my ribs. My whole body shook with terror as the sounds of violence grew louder.Dante slowly moved his hand away from my mouth and reached behind him. When his hand reappeared, he was holding a sleek gun. He checked it with efficiency.“Stay here,” He said to me, “Don’t move. Don't make a sound. Understand?”I nodded, pressing myself back against the wall like I could melt into it.He moved toward the door with his gun raised and ready. He paused at the threshold, listening, then slipped out into the hallway without a sound.And I was alone. The si

Dante's Pov I stared at her, completely frozen as I tried to process the words that had come out of her mouth. "Who are you? And where am I?”She was not joking. I could see it in her eyes. She looked genuinely confused. There was no spark of recognition when she looked at me. “Vera,” I called carefully. My voice came out rougher than I expected as panic started clawing at my chest, “What do you remember? Tell me what you remember?”She pushed herself up slightly, wincing at the movement but managing to prop herself on her elbows as she looked around the unfamiliar room with growing alarm. "I don't – I don't know where I am. This isn't my room. This isn't the pack house.”“Tell me the last thing you remember,” I pressed, needing to understand how much she'd lost, how far back her memory had been wiped.Her brow furrowed as she tried to think and pull up memories that clearly weren't coming easily. "I was…I was getting ready. For the Moon Ceremony. Daemon and I were going to be off

Vera's Pov Days passed and Aurora and Stephanie showed no signs of leaving. I told myself it didn't matter. They were guests – family even – and it only made sense that Dante would want to spend time with them catching up. But as the days stretched on and I saw less and less of my mate, the rational voice in my head gave way to something uglier. Jealousy.I barely saw my mate anymore. When I woke up, he was already gone. At meals, he sat between Aurora and Stephanie, three of them talking and laughing about people and places I didn't know, sharing memories I wasn't part of.At night, when he finally came to bed, I pretended to be asleep because I didn't know what to say.I didn't know how to voice the insecurity eating me alive without sounding pathetic.And Stephanie – God, she was always touching him. A hand on his arm here, fingers brushing his shoulder there, leaning close to whisper something that would make him smile. Each casual touch felt like a knife twisting in my gut,