Semua Bab Throne of Wolves : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Claire’s POVAfter the front door closes, Carmen walks over to me. She pulls me into an unexpected hug and gently leads me to the bathroom.Even though my wounds will heal by tomorrow, she carefully cleans my busted lip and the small cut on my eyebrow.When I finally look in the mirror, I instantly look away.The person staring back at me feels like a stranger.One eye is already turning black, the other a deep bluish-purple. My cheeks are swollen and red.“Thank you for this, Carmen,” I say softly as she dabs my still-bleeding lip.“You’re welcome, darling,” she replies gently. “I don’t really know what happened… but I’m so sorry Tara did this to you. And I don’t know what was going through my son’s head, saying all of that in front of his mate.”She shakes her head, her green eyes filled with confusion and disappointment.“I just hope all of you can get past this. Friendships should never be lost over a boy.”“We’ll see,” I murmur sadly, stepping away from her.“Thank you again… and

Claire’s POVMy parents and Bervely were nowhere to be found, and their cars were gone once we stepped outside. I was relieved—they didn’t have to see me walking out with the Beta and Alpha. Who knows what they would’ve said?I followed Bryat, while Martin’s hand remained securely on the small of my back. I couldn’t help the blush that crept up my neck.We approached Martin’s house—Kenneth’s old home—and I stumbled slightly, instinctively stopping.Martin looked down at me, noticing after a moment.“If it makes you uncomfortable, we can go somewhere else. I want you to be comfortable in—” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Never mind.”I raised an eyebrow but shook my head.“No, sorry. I’ll be fine,” I assured him. He nodded, still slightly reluctant.We followed Bryat inside, and I took a slow look around. The last time I’d been here, I was cleaning out everything… memories I didn’t want to recall. But the house looked completely different, and that helped. The decor was modern, sim

Claire’s POVWaking up, I already know I’m not going to school again today. Bervely had come into my room this morning before she left, rattling on about everything people were saying about me. It was crude and cruel, and I had to swallow the tightness in my throat again and again.Most of the time, while her venomous words filled the air, my brain replayed the most amazing kiss of my life. I still couldn’t believe it had happened. I pinched myself multiple times to see if it was a dream.While she spoke, I imagined his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. I remembered his scent—pine and manliness—the soft feel of his lush hair slipping through my fingers. I could still feel his minty breath on my face when he pulled away, how flushed and breathless I’d been when my mother opened the door. My heart had hammered against my chest, my entire body singing with excitement and liveliness.When I went down for breakfast, my father looked at me like I was a criminal. I tried to ignore it, bu

Claire’s POVI wake up to my mom yelling at me that I need to go to school. She doesn’t know what happened yesterday, and if she did, she would have made me stay in my room forever.I throw on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt, praying that whoever it was yesterday stays quiet about my predicament. I hope my parents and Carmen have told enough people the truth about what happened between me, Lawrence, and Tara, so no one at school will bring it up.I run my hands through my grey silvery strands, enjoying the silky texture. I sigh, staring into the mirror at my grey sleepy eyes and pale skin. Last night, I was so exhausted I don’t even remember falling asleep. I turn to look at my bed—my phone tangled in the sheets.I gasp at the sight, and a flashback from the night before floods my mind.“I know what you are”The voice rings like an alarm in my ears. I know that voice… but it can’t be. Fear pumps my heart to dangerous speeds as realization hits, and I run over to my phone, scrolling t

Claire’s POV“Claire… what have you done to me?” His voice sounds so pure and soft, a sound I’ve never heard from him.I’m at a loss for words and have to choke up my next sentence.“I… I don’t know,” I tell him.His large hand moves to the back of my neck, and even with the calluses, it’s the softest touch I’ve ever felt.“I have to kiss you… you’re making this very hard for me,” his voice strains as he pulls back slightly.But I quickly fill the space, our whole bodies touching as if splitting apart the world would end.“I don’t mean to,” I tell him, mainly because I’m unsure what he’s talking about. Does he really feel the same way about me as I do him? Does he want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss him? What about everything that happened before?“I know,” he whispers, taking both my cheeks into his hands and slowly guiding his lips to mine.My heart pounds so loudly I can barely hear anything else. His lips skim mine, and instantly I feel calmer. My heart rate slows, and I me