All Chapters of My Fiance Cheated So I Claimed His Lycan Bosses : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Claire’s POV Before I could get a single word out, Anastasia was already out of the car. She slammed the door shut behind her and pulled something dark and solid from under her blazer. A gun. Compact, matte black, the kind that didn’t need to look flashy to do damage. “Oh my God,” I whispered, pressing back against the seat. My head still throbbed from the earlier impact, vision soft at the edges like someone had smeared Vaseline on the world. I had not signed up for a military zone. And I definitely did not want to die tonight. Not when I still hadn’t lived enough of the good parts. Not when everything was still this tangled, unfinished mess. I looked out through the tinted glass. Men in black emerged from the trees and the dark stretch of road. Bulky. Huge. The kind of broad-shouldered, thick-necked builds that made normal door frames look like they’d been built for children. There were four of them, maybe five, standing with the kind of stillness that said they were used to peo

I huffed. “Well, you and Connor. You two must have the most exhausting text threads.”“We don’t text much.”“Of course you don’t. That would be too straightforward.”The corner of her mouth moved again. “You’re funnier when you’re irritated.”“I’m a delight in all emotional states. You’re just seeing the limited edition late-night road trip version.”She actually almost smiled at that. Almost. Then it was gone. Her focus went back on the road like the moment hadn’t happened.We drove in relative quiet for a while after that. I watched the dark shapes of trees slide past. I tried not to think too hard about the fact that the boy I’d met at twelve in a Seattle orphanage might have already been carrying an entire second life I knew nothing about. Hayes. Whitaker. Archivists. Stepsister who carried guns. It was a lot. Too much for a head that still felt like someone had rung a bell inside it.Anastasia eventually broke the silence without looking back. “You’re silent. That’s weird.”“I’m

CLAIRE ~Terror hit me so hard and fast it felt like my ribs were trying to fold in on themselves. My stomach dropped straight through the floor. My hands went ice-cold. For a second the only sound in the whole room was the thick rush of blood in my ears.Tyler stood there smiling like nothing had ever gone wrong. Like we were still in Seattle and he hadn’t cheated. Like he hadn’t climbed into bed with my father. Like I hadn’t spent months trying to scrub both of them out of my head and my skin.My body moved before my brain caught up. I stumbled back two full steps. The Taser Pulse pressed against my hip under my shirt, solid and familiar. My heart did a hard, ugly flip.That was when the door opened again.Morana walked in like she owned the air itself. A glass of red wine balanced loosely in one hand. She moved straight over to Tyler without hesitation, set the glass down on a side table without even looking at it, and smiled like this was just another casual Tuesday.“Don’t be sur

CLAIRE~He didn’t waste time.Tyler slammed his mouth onto mine, hard and hungry, like he had been waiting for the chance. His lips crushed against mine, tongue pushing in without any warning. I beat at his chest with both fists and twisted my head, trying to break the contact.“Fucking let go of me, you idiot!”My free hand shot down to the waistband of my trousers. The Taser Pulse was still there. I yanked it free and tried to press it against his side.He was faster.His hand closed around my wrist like a vice. He twisted hard enough that pain shot up my arm, then ripped the device out of my grip. Without even looking he threw it across the room. It hit the far wall and clattered to the floor in pieces.He smirked, breathing a little heavier now.“I knew you had that with you,” he said. “I saw when the woman you came with gave it to you earlier. Cameras. This whole place is full of them.”It hit me all at once.This wasn’t random. This had been planned from the second I stepped out

CONNOR~I was already halfway to the door when Mason stepped directly into my path.“You’re not going.”I stopped short and stared at him. The residual burn of whiskey still sat in my throat. My pulse was too high. The intel about Anastasia was still ringing in my ears.“What?”“You heard me,” Mason said. His voice stayed level, but there was no give in it. “You’re not going. Hudson and I will handle it.”I almost laughed. The sound came out short and completely without humor. “You’re joking.”“I’m not.”“Why the hell not?”Mason didn’t move. He planted himself like he’d already decided this conversation was going to take as long as it needed to. “Because you have a temper, Connor. And right now that temper is sitting right under your skin, waiting for an excuse. You walk into that place like this and you might actually lose it. We don’t know what we’re walking into yet. It could be a trap. And if Father shows up—or if one of his people sees you there—he’s going to put the pieces tog