All Chapters of Claimed by My Alpha’s Lycan Boss: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

AURELIAN POV:I followed my father down the wide staircase and through the entrance hall. He didn't speak. He led me past the main corridor and down a narrower hallway I hadn't noticed before. The walls here were older, the stone was darker. The chandeliers gave way to wall sconces that flickered with real flame. The air grew cooler. I could see cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling and the floor had a layer of fine dust that hadn't been disturbed in years.He stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. It was plain and unmarked, set into the stone like it had been there longer than the rest of the mansion. The wood was dark and weathered, and the iron hinges were rusted at the edges. He pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. The mechanism turned with a heavy click that echoed down the hallway.He pushed the door open and stepped inside. I followed him into the room and it felt like it had been frozen in time. Shelves lined every wall, stretching from floor to ceilin

AURELIAN POV:I held onto her hand as we walked out of the room. The hallway was dark. Our footsteps echoed in the silence as we made our way toward the front entrance.Rowe was standing near the car when we stepped outside. The night air was cool and the sky was dark. A few stars were visible above the treeline."We're going back to my father's," I said.Rowe nodded and opened the door for Iris. She climbed into the back seat and I followed her. Rowe closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. The engine started with a low hum and the car pulled away from the mansion.Iris leaned closer to me and rested her head against my shoulder."Your father," she said quietly. "Does he know about me?""I told him about you. About the baby."She looked up at me."What did he say?""That's the reason he offered to help me. He was angry at first. But he's always been slow to warm up to people."She smiled slightly."That sounds familiar."I laughed softly."I don't know what you're talk

IRIS POV:I was pressed against the back seat of the black sedan with my hands tied behind my back. The rope was tight and rough against my wrists, and I could feel it dig into my skin with every bump in the road.Two men sat on either side of me. They didn't speak. They just stared straight ahead with cold, empty eyes.The car moved fast through the dark streets.I tried to look out the window, but the glass was tinted too dark to see anything clearly. I could only catch glimpses of trees and streetlights passing by in blurred streaks.I pulled against the rope, but it only tightened. I stopped and tried to breathe.Then I heard a sound next to me. I turned my head.Rowe was sitting on the other side of the back seat. His head was slumped forward, and his eyes were closed. Blood was still drying on his forehead from where he had hit the steering wheel. His body swayed with the movement of the car.He groaned again, and his eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times and looked around

IRIS POV:The door groaned as it was pushed open, and I was dragged across the threshold. My feet scraped against the floor as the men pulled me forward, their grips tight on my arms. I stumbled and nearly fell, but they held me up and kept moving.Then I looked up and stopped struggling. The inside of the building looked nothing like the outside. The exterior had been cracked and crumbling, covered in vines and decay. But inside, it was clean and well-furnished. The floors were polished. The walls were painted a deep, rich color. Soft lighting came from lamps placed on tables and shelves. There were chairs and couches and rugs. It looked like someone lived here, like someone very rich.The men dragged me across the room and pushed me down onto a couch. The fabric was soft beneath my hands. Rowe was pushed down next to me. His head lolled to the side and his eyes were half-closed. I looked around the room. There were no windows. The walls were lined with bookshelves and paintings. A f

AURELIAN POV:The car slowed as the coordinates on the screen blinked and the abandoned building appeared ahead. It was massive and dark against the afternoon sky, its walls cracked and incomplete. The windows were empty holes and the roof was partially collapsed. Weeds grew through the gravel driveway and the gates at the entrance were rusted and bent.I stopped the car and sat there for a moment, looking at the building. My hands were still on the steering wheel and my eyes moved across the structure, counting windows, noting possible entry points, watching for movement, but I saw nothing.I opened the door and stepped out. The air was hot due to the lack of trees in the area. I walked toward the gates and as I reached them, they slowly lifted. The metal groaned and scraped against the ground, rising inch by inch until the path was clear.I paused and looked at the guard house beside the gate. The door was open and the inside was empty. The controls for the gate were still there, bu