All Chapters of Once Rejected, Now Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

BellaTheo’s hands reached for me as he held the back of my head, pushing me further towards him, holding me as tightly close as he could, like letting go wasn’t an option, like he needed me right there, needed to feel me, wanted to immerse me in the kisses he was giving me.His lips were possessive on top of mine. Devouring my lips—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier—like he was trying to claim every breath I had, like he was saying everything he couldn’t put into words through the way his mouth moved against mine.I crawled over and lay across his lap with my arms draped across his neck, needing the closeness, needing him. Theo leaned in and kissed me softly on my lips, and the moment our mouths met, it sent electrifying waves rushing through me. I pulled closer to him, melting into his warmth, holding onto it like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.I tensed slightly as I felt his hand on my knee, inching its way up my skirt. My blue stretch skirt clung to me, hugging every

TheoroneMemories of my penis inside her flooded my head. Sliding in and out of her, her wet pussy, the way it coated my penis and made wet slush sounds as I thrust in and out of her.I shook my head, as if doing that was going to erase what just happened from my memories.How I had pushed her away the moment my lycan rested.How I had made sure that she didn't see me after. Not with the way I had been moaning under her touch and caprices, as if I were a man without control… as if I were someone I no longer recognized.For years, I have stayed away from women. All of them. Not with how Ruby had betrayed me in the past. Not with what she had done. Not with the way she had broken something in me that never quite healed.“She is our mate!” my lycan shouted in my head, relentless, unyielding—but I was quick to shut him down.“Ruby was our mate too!” I snapped back. She had been the first mate I found, and I had believed we were going to remain together forever. I had built my future aroun

BellaTheorone's council was noisy. So noisy that I couldn't even tell what the men seated across the long chairs in the hall were truly arguing for, their voices crashing into each other like waves in a storm with no end in sight."She is a wolf! I will not agree to this marriage!""A wolf being queen of the lycans? Half-blooded lycan or not, I will not let this happen!""I refuse to be alive and watch this happen. A mere werewolf can never become the queen of Lycans!""When she becomes the king's mate, would I also be mandated to bow and kneel to her as the lycan queen?"The voices were much… too much. So loud, so sharp, so filled with disgust that they drowned my thoughts completely.My thoughts that had already been questioning me since…Why I had acted that way before Theorone.Why I had let my wolf take over me so shamelessly.Why I had been… that desperate.Why I had been a whore begging for his touch, for his body… as if it were my salvation from a sin I didn’t even know I had

BellaThe screams did not follow us back, but the silence did. It clung to us as we walked—heavy, suffocating—as though the punishment hall had not been left behind but had followed us into the throne room, seeping into the very walls and settling into the air we were forced to breathe. No one spoke. No one dared. Even the sound of our footsteps seemed muted, swallowed by something unseen… something that refused to let go of what had just happened.The elders who were dragged back into the hall no longer looked like the same men. Their robes—once pristine—were stained. Dark. Soaked. Clinging to their skin in a way that made it impossible to ignore what lay beneath. Blood. Their steps faltered as they were forced forward, their bodies trembling with every movement, every breath looking like it cost them something. I could hear it—the uneven rhythm of their breathing, the quiet, broken sounds they tried—and failed—to suppress.Gone. All of it was gone. The pride. The arrogance. The auth

Chapter 90Bella's POV I hadn’t yet walked away from the dungeon when I noticed someone rushing towards me.It was an elder. Something had to be wrong for him to be rushing toward me in this manner, robes barely gathered, breath uneven, dignity forgotten. I told myself that whatever it was… it had to be serious. Elders did not run. Not unless the ground beneath them was already shaking.“What is it?” I asked, my voice cutting through the distance between us, but he said nothing at first as he kept on rushing towards me, as though the words were too heavy for his lungs to carry.“You are the Luna-to-be of the pack. You’re supposed to question the Alpha. You’re supposed to stop him. He is running mad.”He shouted it—desperate, almost broken—but I said nothing at first.He was from the council. The same group of men who had stood tall and proud in their refusal… the same voices that had echoed against me becoming the Luna. The same eyes that had looked at me like I was unworthy, like I