All Chapters of My Fiance Cheated So I Claimed His Lycan Bosses : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Claire~ I stretched my legs, feeling the soft sheets under my body as I woke up slowly. For a few seconds I did not know where I was. White sheets. White walls. Soft morning light coming through a curtain I did not recognize. Then it clicked. Anastasia’s place. Right! I sat up carefully. I did not even remember walking into this room last night. After the conversation with Anastasia everything got blurry, like my body had finally decided it was done for the day. For once since I left Seattle, I had actually slept. No headache. No tight chest. Just a good sleep. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. There was a mirror on the wall. I walked over and stared at myself for a long moment. “Oh God,” I muttered under my breath as I stared at myself, still putting on the ruined dress. “Why is life this hard?” My reflection did not have answers. Just the same face that had been dragged through too many rooms in a few days. “You caused this,” I said under my breath, like

CLAIRE~My mouth hung open in pure devastating shock.Anastasia stood in the bathroom doorway holding a metal rod like she had been fully prepared to swing it at an intruder. She looked at me, looked at the situation, then dropped the rod. It hit the floor with a dull, ugly sound. She folded her arms across her chest and gave me a look that was equal parts disbelief and pure amusement.Shame hit me so hard my ears rang. I covered myself with both hands even though it was useless. She had already seen all of it. The water was still running. My back against the tile. The fact that I had been right on the edge when the door exploded open.Anastasia chuckled, low and mean in the most amused way.“I thought you were dead,” she said. “I knocked on your bedroom door for a solid five minutes. No answer. Nothing. So I let myself in. Then I heard weird sounds coming from the bathroom and figured someone must have snuck in and was attacking you or worse—” She paused, smirked, and continued “Well

CLAIRE~We finished eating without turning the heat conversation into a full second fight, which felt like progress.I stood up and fixed the hem of the t-shirt Anastasia had given me, then smoothed the front of the jeans like that would make me look more like a person with a plan and less like someone who had already survived three crises before breakfast. Anastasia stacked the plates with the same neat efficiency she did everything else.“I will wash them when we get back,” she said. “Do not touch my sponge arrangement. I have a system.”“I would never threaten your sponge system,” I said. “I have boundaries.”Gus had been waiting near the door like he already knew we were leaving. I dropped to a crouch and put both arms around his thick neck. He immediately leaned his whole weight into me, which was rude and perfect.“Listen,” I told him softly, scratching behind his ears. “I have to go be a functional adult for a few hours. That means you stay here and guard the couch. When we get

CLAIRE~Okay. What the hell was going on right now.Where the fuck was Anastasia?I did not understand how a person could vanish that fast in a lobby full of staff and patients. One second she was beside me. The next second I was standing in front of Connor’s father like an unpaid extra who had wandered onto fucking the wrong set.“Sorry, sir,” I muttered again, already trying to sidestep him and leave before this became a real conversation I had no strength for. I almost made it clear off his shoulder but anyways, the universe has always been against me when it came to that thing called ‘luck.’“Stop.” He dropped.The word was not loud. It did not need to be. My body froze on pure instinct, like the command had gone straight past my brain and into my spine. I swallowed hard.“Turn around.” He added again and I turned slowly. He closed the space between us until I had to tip my chin up to meet his face. Damien looked even colder up close. Not theatrical. Just empty in a way that made

CLAIRE~My face went hot the second Anastasia’s sentence hit the air. Heat crawled straight up my neck and into my cheeks like the universe had decided public humiliation was the theme of the day. Of course she had to remind me that she’d walked in on me in the bathroom earlier with my hand between my own legs because my damn wolf had decided to wreck my self-control from the other side of a closed door. I could still feel the phantom press of my own fingers and the way I’d nearly died of shame. Perfect. Just perfect.We stopped in front of a set of glass doors. Anastasia pushed one open without looking back at me. Cold air slammed into my face so hard I almost stepped back. It smelled antiseptic and metallic, the kind of clean that made your lungs feel scrubbed. I followed her in slowly, arms crossed tight against the chill.The room we entered was bigger than I expected and mostly empty. Two people stood near a long counter—a man in scrubs maybe ten years older than me and a girl