All Chapters of My Fiance Cheated So I Claimed His Lycan Bosses : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Devil I know

ClaireI watched Connor walk closer to Tyler, each step slow and heavy on the gravel. Blood dripped from his knuckles and stained the torn edge of his shirt. His shoulders stayed loose but his eyes stayed locked on Tyler like nothing else existed. Tyler pulled back fast, his boots scraping as he put space between them. His hands came up in front of his chest, palms out.“Get away from me,” Tyler said, voice hoarse from the choking. “Stay the fuck back, man. I’m warning you.”Connor didn’t answer. He kept moving forward, one steady step after another. Tyler’s back hit the side of one of the SUVs. He glanced left and right like he was looking for a way out, but the bodies on the ground blocked any easy path. His breathing turned quick and shallow. He shifted his weight like he was about to bolt but Connor moved the second Tyler tried to run. One hand shot out, grabbed Tyler by the front of his jacket, and yanked him back hard. Tyler’s feet left the ground for a split second before Con

Everyway that counts

Connor's POV The instant the words left her lips, I turned and walked back to the car. Blood still dripped from my knuckles and soaked the ripped edge of my shirt. I kept my shoulders loose on purpose, but every step felt like I was leaving something behind on that road. Her voice stayed with me. “So you’re what now? A murderer? I never knew this part of you existed.” It landed harder than Tyler’s cheap shots ever could.I reached the SUV about to pull the car door open. But just then, behind me, I heard Tyler’s boots scrape. Then Claire’s sharp breath. I glanced back once only to see Tyler now had her by the hand and yanked hard enough that she stumbled forward toward him. His fingers dug into her wrist like he still thought he had any right to touch her.My hand moved before my brain finished the thought. I pulled out my gun from the small of my back. One clean shot. KPAA! The bullet punched straight through the meat of his hand. Tyler howled and let go of her like she burned h

Over it

Connor~The moment I said those words, I regretted them. She stood there in the bathroom, the gauze still in her hand. Her face went still. No anger. Just that quiet look that said she was thinking hard about every damn thing that had happened today.She stayed silent for a while. Long enough that I started reaching for more bandages on the counter just to have something to do with my hands. Then she asked it flat out. “You think I’m still not over Tyler?”I sighed and looked away from her. Kept my eyes on the kit like the answer was in there somewhere. “I don’t know what I think right now.”Before I could grab what I needed, Claire dragged me back by the arm to make me sit on the toilet lid again. The yank hit the wound wrong and a sharp groan ripped out of me before I could bite it down.She let go fast. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pull that hard.”“It’s nothing,” I said, voice rough. “Silver just makes everything harder than it should be.”She stepped back half a foot and cross

All intense

Connor I blink three times. The question hits me out of nowhere. How the hell does Claire know Hudson and Mason? I stare at her, my mind racing through every possible way she could have picked that up. Nothing makes sense right away."Wait. How do you know that name?" I ask. My voice comes out steady, but inside I feel the shift. Today already went sideways with Tyler and the bodies on the gravel. Now this.Claire smirks. That sharp, knowing little curve of her mouth. She starts to push up from the couch like she is done talking and ready to walk away. Maybe to the bedroom. Maybe anywhere but here with me pressing.I move fast. I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her right back down next to me. My hand stays on her for a second longer than it needs to. My face goes serious. I lock eyes with her and ask again, slower this time."How do you know those names?"She stops as her body goes still. Her eyes widened just a little. She looks scared. Not the loud kind of scared, but the quiet

You missed this

ClaireHe broke into a short laugh—not the loud, carefree kind, but a surprised breath of amusement that slipped out before he could catch it. I leaned back against the couch, arms still folded tight across my chest, watching him.“Bi?” Connor’s eyes stayed locked on mine. “So what if I was?”I shrugged, trying to keep things light even as my pulse kicked up a notch. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”His eyebrow rose, that familiar spark of challenge lighting his face. “No?”I folded my arms even tighter, hugging myself a little harder. “You’re a full-time flirt anyway. You’ve always been one.”He let out another quiet chuckle, the sound low and warm, but I caught the way his shoulders relaxed just a fraction. “So that’s my reputation now?”“It isn’t a reputation,” I said, meeting his gaze head-on.“No?”“It’s a fact Connor.”He pressed a hand dramatically to his chest, feigning injury, but the grin tugging at his lips didn’t quite hide the thoughtful glint in his eyes. “Ouch.”“Oh, please.”

Who you are

Claire I stared at him, my heart refusing to settle into any kind of normal rhythm. His words kept echoing in my head, looping over and over like a song I couldn’t turn off. *The way…. I've always looked at you* I blinked once, then again, trying to make sense of it. There was no way Connor had meant any of that. No possible way. He had to be joking. He *had* to be.I shifted awkwardly on my feet, rubbing the back of my neck as heat crept up my skin. “Connor…”He looked straight at me, those sharp eyes steady and unreadable.“You’re being weird,” I said, my voice tighter than I wanted. “And it’s making me uncomfortable.”For one long second, he simply stared, the silence stretching until it felt unbearable. Then, out of nowhere, he laughed—not a loud, booming sound, but a low, genuine chuckle that cracked the heavy tension in the room like thin ice.I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. “What?”He covered his mouth for a second, shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite believe

Loose boy

Claire There was silence for a while after my question, my pulse still racing. Connor was motionless for a long moment, then pushed himself up and started pacing the room. His steps were measured but tense, hands flexing at his sides like he was trying to work through something heavy. Finally, he turned to face me with a serious look that made my heart kick up even faster. I held my breath, wondering if he was finally going to open up. Then he smiled, that small, familiar curve of his lips that always threw me off balance. He leaned in and pressed a gentle peck to my forehead “Go to sleep, Claire,” he said softly. He turned and started to leave, but I reached out on instinct and grabbed his hand. The pull was harder than I meant it to be. Fate must have been laughing because he lost his balance and fell forward, landing right on top of me. His chest pressed firmly against my breasts, the solid weight of him sending an immediate rush through my body. I could feel every inch

Fall

Connor I watched Claire’s face fall the moment the words left my mouth, shame washing over her features in a wave that made my stomach twist into knots. Her cheeks flushed darker, eyes dropping to her hands as she tugged her shirt back down with fingers that still trembled slightly from everything that just happened between us. I stood there for a beat longer than I should have, the heat of her body still lingering on my skin like a brand. But I couldn’t stay. Not after this. I turned on my heel and left the room, pulling the door shut behind me with a soft click.The hallway stretched out ahead of me but my pulse raced like I’d just run a full moon hunt. Hurt burned deep in my chest, sharper than any wound I’d taken. I couldn’t believe she’d tried to manipulate me like that—using her body to pry answers out of me. Claire, of all people.The one constant in my chaotic life who knew me better than anyone. How had we gotten here? How had she convinced herself that throwing herself

Daring

Connor I turned slowly, the surprise hitting me square in the chest like a well-aimed blow I hadn’t braced for. Claire was standing right behind me in the dim kitchen light, her expression steady and far too knowing.How the hell did she know about the hypersexual disorder? I had never told a soul. Heck, I barely let myself think the words most days.She didn’t flinch under my stare. Instead she stepped in closer.I could see the faint flush on her cheeks and the way her fingers twitched at her sides before she spoke. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Connor. I know you. I also have your health records from the last time you bugged me to ask the lab tech to run tests on you because you thought you didn't use a condom on the last woman you were with and wondered if she might have transferred some kind of sickness to you.”The words landed between us with a weight that made my neck heat. It sounded strange hearing it from her—too intimate. I coughed once, the sound rough and awkwa

My turn

Connor~I barely had time to let her last words settle—the quiet hurt in them, the way she was trying to prove something to herself after Tyler had made her doubt every inch of her own desirability—before her hand moved. Her fingers slid past the open zipper with deliberate care, dipping inside my boxers until the tips brushed the swollen head of my cock. The contact was feather-light at first, just the barest graze of skin on skin, but it hit me like a live wire. A raw desperate curse tore out of me before I could catch it—“FUCK”—as my hips jerked forward on instinct, chasing more of that touch without any conscious thought.She didn’t flinch instead her fingertips started tracing slow, exploratory circles around the sensitive ridge just beneath the head, spreading the bead of moisture already gathering there in lazy spirals that made my thighs lock and my breath catch hard in my chest.Her thumb swept once, twice over the slit, gathering more slickness and dragging it down the und

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