Alle Kapitel von Claimed by his bully brother in law: Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

Larry's povCalvin’s hand was practically glued to my elbow, steering my frozen body down the massive marble hallway because My legs felt like lead, and my mind was spinning so fast that the grand, carved wooden doors of the ceremonial hall blurred together in front of me."Move your feet, Larry," Calvin urged in a tense whisper, pulling me along. "Everyone is already seated. We can’t be late for this."I couldn't reply. I couldn't even form a sentence. My brain was completely trapped in a terrifying, dark loop, repeating the words Luna Kiera had just spoken over and over again.Sasha.My own sister. My blood. The only family I had left in this world.Had she really hired mercenaries to kill me? Had she really tried to have me murdered on her wedding day, and again in the dungeon, just so she could steal the inheritance our mother left for me?A sudden, sharp memory flashed through my mind, it was a conversation I had with Rowan weeks ago, when he looked at me with those intensely wor

LarryRowan slowly straightened up, his broad palm still resting over his stomach where my knee had landed. His heavy iron king's crown was tilted slightly to the side, his dark hair messy, and his eyes wide with complete, unadulterated shock."Larry... what the hell...?" he rasped out, his voice shaking between confusion and hurt. "Why did you hit me?"I squared my shoulders, backing up until my spine pressed flat against the cold stone wall, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. "Don't you dare touch me, Rowan," I snapped, my voice trembling with raw, furious emotion. "I am not doing this with you again."Rowan blinked, taking a small step forward, his hands raised in a gentle, pleading gesture. "Larry, please. Just calm down for a second. Let me hold you—""No!" I yelled softly, pushing his hands away before they could even brush my sleeves. "I said no! Look at yourself, Rowan! Look at where we are! You just walked off the altar from marrying Princess Catherine! The entire kingdo

LarryBANG! BANG! BANG!A frantic, violent pounding rattled against my bedroom door, shattering the morning silence.I gasped, scrambling off the bed so fast I nearly tripped over the long sheets. I sprinted across the room and unlocked the latch. The moment the heavy oak door swung open, I came face-to-face with Gladys.She was pale, panting heavily, her hand clutching her chest as her eyes wide with absolute panic."Gladys?!" I choked out, my stomach instantly twisting into knots. "What's wrong?!""Larry! Thank the Goddess you're awake!" she gasped, grabbing my arm with cold, trembling fingers. "You have to come right now! It's the King!"My heart seized in my throat. King Rowan?"What happened to Rowan?!" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders. "Is he hurt?! Did something happen to him?!""No, no! Not King Rowan!" Gladys stammered, shaking her head frantically. "The former King! King Alistair!"I froze, blinking at her in total confusion. "What...? King Alistair? What's happening?""He's

Larry's povThe letter slipped from my numb fingers, fluttering harmlessly down onto the rug. And I sat on the edge of the bed, frozen, completely paralyzed with shock.My mother hadn't bought my suppressants from just any werewolf doctor.Lady Elizabeth, Rowan's mother, was the one who had created them! She was a half-elf, and she had used her own raw, ancient magic to forge a suppressant powerful enough to completely bind my wolf and mask my true nature!A sudden, horrifying memory flashed through my mind. I remembered Rowan telling me about his mother's tragic decline. He had told me how she used to lock herself away in her private quarters for days, growing weaker, sicker, and more drained every single day until she eventually passed away.Rowan thought she was dying from a broken heart or a rare illness.But it appears that she wasn't sick.She had sacrificed her own life force, draining her own magic day after day, to create the very suppressants that I had been swallowing for m

Larry's povBehind us, Catherine called his name one last time, her voice echoing mournfully off the stone walls, but neither of us turned around.We soon reached my private bedroom in quiet, heavy strides.I shoved the oak door open, pulled Rowan inside, and locked it behind us with a sharp click."Sit," I commanded softly, pointing toward the edge of my bed.Rowan obeyed instantly. He sat down on the mattress, his long legs stretched out, his dark eyes fixed entirely on me as I moved around the room.I grabbed a basin of warm water, a clean cloth, and a small wooden jar of healing ointment from the washstand. Usually, Rowan was the one taking care of me. He was always the strong, indestructible protector patching up my wounds. But today, the roles were completely reversed.I pulled a wooden chair right in front of him, sitting down so I was facing his chest. I dipped the cloth into the warm water, wrung it out, and gently pressed it against a deep, bleeding cut on his shoulder."Ah!