All Chapters of My Fiance Cheated So I Claimed His Lycan Bosses : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chime

Claire's POV Connor doesn’t look away. He leans in a fraction, one hand braced on the mattress beside my hip. The space between us shrinks until I can feel the heat coming off his body. His voice goes low in a way that sends a shiver straight down my spine.“If you’re leaving with me, Claire, then I need to know what you’re leaving as.” He pauses, eyes dropping to my mouth for half a second before coming back up. “Are you coming with me as my girlfriend?” Another beat. His hand moves closer on the blanket, not quite touching me. “Or are you coming with me as a wife?”The question hits me square in the chest. My heart kicks hard against my ribs. I open my mouth and nothing comes out at first. Then a short, shocked laugh escapes because that’s the only sound I can make that doesn’t sound like a sob or a moan.“Girlfriend or wife?” I repeat, voice a little shaky even though I’m trying to be sassy. “Connor, you can’t just drop that on a girl while she’s still in your bed and wearing yes

Too many nerves

Claire I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. The mirror fogs up but I wipe it clear with one hand. My face looks the same but everything else feels different. I check my phone on the counter because it buzzed twice while I was washing off yesterday’s mess.The message from my father still sits there. I read it once. Then again. Then a third time because my brain refuses to believe it the first two.“If you don’t come home now and apologise, forget about being my daughter and the member of the pack, you'll be banished.”I stare at the screen until the words blur. Was this man this shameless? After everything he did last yesterday with Tyler, after I caught them together like some cheap porn scene, he still has the nerve to threaten me with disowning and pack exile? My fingers tighten around the phone until my knuckles go white. I want to throw it at the wall. Instead I set it down hard and finish getting dressed.I pull on dark jeans and a fitted black top that hugs

Assholes!

ClaireI step out of Connor’s car and the humid air hits me right away. My father’s house looks the same as always, big and fake-perfect on the outside. Connor stays behind the wheel. He doesn’t move to follow me.“Go ahead,” he says, voice low. “I’ll wait right here.”That feels strange. I thought he would back me up inside, but he just sits there watching me with those gray eyes. I sigh, nod once, and head for the front door. My hands shake a little so I shove them into my pockets. Time to face those idiots.I push the door open and step inside. Music plays somewhere in the back. Voices laugh like everything is normal. What the hell are they celebrating? I ask myself already feeling irritated.Then I hear Tyler’s voice carry down the hall. “Don’t worry, she’ll be here. You know Claire is a tough bitch. She won’t go down without a fight.”My fists clench so hard my nails dig into my palms. I storm toward the living room.The second I walk in, every head turns. My father. Tyler. A few

First smart thing

Claire’s POV“Get your fucking hands off her,” Connor’s voice vibrates through the room. He walks in with his face set like stone. No smile. No hesitation. It is not a request and everyone in the room feels it, even the elders go quiet.Tyler keeps his hand on my throat for half a second longer, then drops it fast. He opens his mouth to protest but one hard look from Connor shuts him up completely. My wolf stirs again under my skin, stronger this time, drawn to whatever power just walked through the door.My father still has my arm. He turns to me with that fake calm he uses when he wants to control the room. “So this is the person you want to leave Tyler for? This loser without a pack?”I laugh once, sharp and mean. “At least Connor didn’t raise me to lie and cheat while smiling in my face. That’s more than I can say for you.”My father’s hand twitches like he wants to slap me again. Before he can move, Connor speaks in a voice I have never heard from him. “If you touch her, you won

Hard pass

Claire’s POVThe moment those words left my lips, I stood there frozen. I hadn’t believed a day like this would come. Me openly disrespecting my own father right to his face in front of the pack elders. He is my ex-dad now so I don’t care anymore.Marcus blinks like he cannot even process what he just heard. His mouth opens and closes twice before any sound comes out. Tyler’s face goes pale under the blood still drying on his temple.Connor doesn’t wait for them to recover. He steps forward in front of me, voice calm. “From here on out Claire has cut ties with everything to do with this pack. She doesn’t need any of you anymore. Go find a new Luna or daughter you can use like a toy and control. But not her. You’re all fools.”His words hit hard. I feel them settle in my chest. Part of me wants to smirk at the looks on their faces. Another part cannot stop staring at Connor. This is not the guy who used to sneak me out for late-night burgers when we were teenagers. This version of him

A little unhinged

Claire’s POVWe step outside into the cool air. My heart still races from everything that just went down inside. Connor keeps my hand in his as he leads me straight to the car. The gravel crunches under our shoes. He reaches for the passenger door like everything is normal after he just declared me his fiancée and dropped that heavy threat on my father and Tyler.But I slam the door shut before he can open it. The sound echoes in the quiet driveway. I turn to face him, arms crossed tight over my chest.“What was the meaning of that, Connor?”He glances at me like he really does not understand. “Meaning of what?”I shake my head fast. My cheek still stings from my father’s slap but the adrenaline keeps me going. “First you stand there in front of everyone and declare that I am your fiancée like it is some done deal. Then you threaten my father and Tyler that this would be the last peaceful day they would have in their packs. I honestly do not understand you anymore. Who exactly are yo

Marcus is dangerous

Claire’s POVI barely have time to breathe or talk back before he yanks open the passenger door of his black SUV and pushes me in with that firm grip that says he’s not taking no for an answer. The second my ass hits the seat he slams the door shut, rounds the hood, and drops into the driver’s seat like the devil himself is on our heels. The engine roars to life. He throws it in drive and peels out of the parking lot so fast the tires squeal.I twist in the seat, heart hammering against my ribs. “Connor, listen. My father might come after us. You don't know Marcus. He doesn’t just make threats and let people walk. Tyler’s probably already planning something with him by now. All I'm trying to say is you shouldn’t have gone that far back there. This is going to be bad. Really bad.”He doesn’t look at me, his eyes was locked on the road ahead, one hand tight on the wheel. “We’re getting out. So breathe.”I can’t. The words keep spilling. “You don’t get it. Marcus doesn’t lose. He’s been

A nutjob

Claire's POV I sit frozen in the passenger seat, my heart hammering against my ribs as the world outside the car turns into a goddamn nightmare. Several men spill out of the black SUVs that boxed us in, their boots crunching on the gravel shoulder of the road. They move with that cocky precision pack enforcers always have, raising their guns in one smooth motion. The clicks of them cocking echo through the air, barrels pointed straight at our windshield. I count at least eight of them, all dressed in dark clothes, faces hard like they do this shit every day.Connor doesn't move. He stays right there in the driver's seat, hands loose on the wheel, breathing steady like we're parked outside a coffee shop instead of staring down loaded weapons. It pisses me off more than the guns. What the hell is wrong with him? Does he think this is some movie where the hero just sits there looking cool? I know my father orchestrated this ambush. He always pulls stunts like this when he wants contr

Entitled prick

Claire Connor's words rings in my ears, heavy and sharp like they cut right through the fear. Not a single hair on my head touche None of these men making it out alive. No ashes left of Tyler. Chills race down my spine, and I stare at him, searching his face for any sign he's joking. He has to be, right? This is Connor, my best friend, the guy who teases me about bad takeout and steals my fries. He doesn't talk like some deadly enforcer. Or does he? The way he said it, so calm and certain, makes my stomach twist in a mix of terror and something hotter I don't have time to unpack."Connor," I start, my voice shaky but trying to stay steady. "That has to be a joke. You didn't actually mean—"He cuts me off with a look, his hand still firm on my wrist. "Stay inside. I'll go out and handle this."I yank my arm back, shaking my head hard. "Like hell I will. You think I'm just going to sit here like some damsel while you play hero against my crazy ex and his goons? No way. I'm coming with

Psycho play

Claire I watch Connor’s hand tighten around Tyler’s throat, and the bastard’s feet kick uselessly in the air. Tyler’s face is turning that ugly shade of purple, eyes bulging, hands scrabbling at Connor’s wrist like a weak little bitch. He’s not going to last another minute if Connor doesn’t let go. My heart slams against my ribs. Part of me wants to scream at Connor to stop before this turns into a bloodbath. The other part, the unhinged part that’s been awake since that kiss, wants to see exactly how far he’ll go for me.Then the bullets explode.The sound rips through the air, sharp cracks that make my ears ring. One of the men yells something, and suddenly the area lights up with muzzle flashes. I freeze for half a second, pure instinct screaming at me to duck, but Connor moves faster than I can think. His free hand shoots out, grabs me by the waist in that same possessive grip from the kiss, and yanks me hard against his side. The world blurs as he spins us both, body shielding

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