บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Lycan prince : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Scarlett pov“I, Kael Heart, reject you, Scarlett Monroe, as my mate.”The sentence echoed in my skull like a gunshot, even now—five years later—as he stood in front of me, the same eyes that once promised eternity now filled with something else. Guilt? Regret? I couldn’t tell, and I wasn’t sure I cared to know.The sound of the prison gates groaning open was louder than it should’ve been. Like they were announcing my release to the gods—and mocking me at the same time.Funny. Five years locked in a cell, and the memory that still hurt the most wasn’t the cold floor or the iron chains.It was the way he said my name when he rejected me.He hadn’t even looked at me when he said it. Just stared straight ahead, like I was a duty he’d finally washed his hands of.I’d bled for him. Loved him when there was nothing left of me to give. And when I needed him the most, he stood beside my mother and stepfather—silent—while they buried me alive.Now he was the one waiting for me outside the pris

Scarlett pov The sky had already started to dim when I woke, the light outside tinted with gold and bruised blue. I barely remembered falling asleep—only Lucian’s voice, steady and warm, and the weight of safety pulling me under.Now I stood in his kitchen, brushing sleep from my eyes, when he walked in with a strange look on his face.“You’re up,” he said.“Yeah,” I murmured, stretching my arms. “I needed it.”He nodded slowly. “You should probably change. I was going to take you to the estate. Thought we’d see what kind of storm your return stirred up.”I gave him a look. “A storm?”He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “More like whispers. People are talking. Wondering if the ghost of Scarlett Monroe really came home.”I sighed. “Let them wonder.”Ten minutes later, I was dressed in one of Lucian’s oversized hoodies and a pair of leggings that didn’t quite fit but worked well enough. My hair was a mess. I didn’t care.We stepped out into the cooling air, walking down the grave

Scarlett pov The silence that followed Reed’s words was thunderous.Darius stood frozen, fists clenched, his chest heaving with restrained rage. Across the room, my stepfather said nothing, but his narrowed eyes screamed fury.The council shifted uncomfortably. Some looked at each other, others down at their hands, like they didn’t know whose side they were supposed to be on now that the royal seal was involved.I didn’t wait for anyone to speak.“This wasn’t just an attempted power grab,” I said calmly. “This was a coordinated betrayal. You planned to crown someone outside the Monroe line without rite, without council vote, and without even the basic respect to notify the royal house.”Reyes scoffed. “Don’t pretend you care about rites or law.”I turned to him. “You married into this pack, Reyes. You don’t speak for its legacy. You don’t understand it—and you never could.”Lucian stood to my right, silent but watchful. Kael was somewhere near the dais, his body still and unreadable.