Todos los capítulos de Claimed by the Lycan King : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Vera's POVRye screamed in pain and rage. His hands shot up, dark energy crackling between his fingers like black lightning. He thrust them toward me, sending the malevolent power straight at my frozen body.The dark energy roared toward me, hungry and destructive.Then white light exploded from inside my chest.It burst outward in a brilliant wave, pure and blinding. The moment it collided with Rye's dark energy, the black lightning disintegrated. Simply ceased to exist, consumed by the white light that poured from me.The spell holding me frozen shattered. I could move again.I didn't hesitate. I attacked without thinking. My wolf surged forward and I shifted mid-leap, my body transforming as I launched myself at Rye. He tried to raise his hands again to summon more dark energy, but he was too weak from the corrupted ritual.I slammed into him with the full force of my enhanced strength. We crashed to the ground together, rolling across the cave floor. He tried to fight back,

Vera's Pov Seeing Dante standing there beside me, finally safe, something in me broke. I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tight. Sobs tore from my throat. "I thought I lost you. I thought Sofia had killed you,”"Shh." His arms tightened around me. "I'm here. I'm okay. We're both okay.”"Sofia," I gasped between sobs. "Dante, Sofia is –”“I know,” He sounded bitter, “She poisoned my men and locked us in the training room. She's the mole,”"She's been working with Rye." I pulled back to look at his face. "She helped him plan everything. The attacks, Elena's kidnapping, all of it.”His jaw clenched, rage burning in his eyes. "Where is he now? Rye?”“Dead,” I said, “I killed him,”Dante went still, staring at me with something like awe. "You killed him? The rogue leader?”"He tried to steal my power through a ritual. But I fought back and –" I touched my chest where my wolf lived. "I ripped out his heart.”I'd never seen Dante look so proud before. He pulled me close again, ho

Vera's POVThe chanting continued, echoing through the dawn air. My chest tightened with emotion as I looked at all the faces surrounding me. These people trusted me to lead them.Dante pulled me into his arms, holding me close despite the crowd watching. "Thank you," he murmured against my hair. "Thank you for showing up in my life."I shook my head, pulling back slightly. "We're in this trouble because of me. If I hadn't –"He silenced me with a kiss. Soft, brief, but enough to stop the self-blame spiraling in my mind.When we pulled apart, he kept his forehead pressed to mine. "You're wrong. I made the right choice making you my Luna. You're a great leader, Vera. Better than I ever expected."Heat flooded my face. "Don't flatter me.""I'm not flattering. I'm stating facts." His eyes were serious, sincere. "These people follow you because they believe in you. That's real leadership."I ducked my head, embarrassed by his praise."Are you sure about this plan?" Dante asked, his voice

Vera's POV Dante moved so fast I barely registered the motion. One second he was beside me, the next he was rushing toward the masked men, a gun I hadn't known he carried now clutched in his hand. My heart lodged in my throat as I watched him approach the potential threat. After everything we'd survived today, I couldn't bear the thought of more violence, more bloodshed. But then the masked men began removing their masks, one by one. Their faces revealed smiles rather than hostility, familiarity rather than threat. Dante's posture transformed immediately. The tension drained from his shoulders as he lowered his gun. Then he was moving again, this time to embrace the first man whose mask came off. "Marcus!" Dante's voice was filled with genuine warmth. "What are you doing here?" "Heard you needed help, brother," the man replied, clapping Dante on the back. I stayed where I was, confusion washing over me. Who were these people? How did Dante know them? Dante turned back t

Vera's POVSleep wouldn't come.I lay in bed next to Dante, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marcus watching me. Every time I started to drift off, I felt that uncomfortable sensation of his hands brushing against mine, his breath warm against my ear.I didn't like how he was acting. Like a stalker. Like someone who couldn't take a hint.What did he want from me? I'd made it clear that I belonged to Dante. I'd told him to stop. But that look in his eyes when I'd caught him watching me in the hallway, it said he wasn't planning to stop anytime soon.I turned onto my side, trying to find a comfortable position. The blanket felt too hot, so I kicked it off. Then I was too cold, so I pulled it back. Nothing felt right.I turned onto my other side. Then onto my back again."Vera," Dante's sleepy voice made me freeze. "What's wrong?""Nothing," I whispered. "Go back to sleep."But he was already shifting, reaching for me in the darkness. "You keep m