All Chapters of Too Late, Alpha! Claimed by The Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eyra’s POVI’d spent the whole night crying over my misfortune. Three years was the limit of what I could endure as a wife, a Luna who’d never been formally crowned, and a fated mate who’d never experienced the mating ritual as it should be—because Dave was almost never home at night. He was always working overtime, patrolling the pack territory, or sleeping at the pack office or in his office.Time and again, I tried to find a way to save our marriage, but all I’ve found are more and more reasons that force me to leave.Dave never involved me in any pack activities; he would always go out alone with his beta, and he never reported back on anything. Then one day, the elders and pack council summoned me to a pack meeting, asking why I never made time to accompany Dave, even just to greet the members during his visits.“Hasn’t Alpha Dave even officially named me his Luna yet?” I said, and I could see the shock on their faces at that moment.How could they, as pack council, not know that

Eyra’s POVDave said I had to wait a month before the divorce could be finalized. However, even a single week felt unbearably long, especially after Elara arrived and started staying in the master bedroom—which was supposed to be mine.Don’t ask where my place is. Dave said anywhere—as long as I stayed out of his sight.So why am I sitting at the dining table with them?For Elara, the seat next to Dave has always been hers. While I, his lawful wife, am nothing more than a stranger who just happens to still be living in this house.Unintentionally, my eyes fell on the lovebirds in front of me. The way Dave looks at Elara alone is proof enough that I’ve never truly had a place in his heart. And that fact makes me even more eager to get away from their lives as soon as possible.“I’m done,” I said as I was about to get up from my chair.“Hey, Eyra. You’re not busy tonight, are you?” asked Elara, who managed to stop me just as I was about to walk away. “Dave is throwing a welcome party fo

Eyra’s POVHe’s asking to meet? Didn’t I already tell him I need a month? Why did he seem to be forcing and forgetting our original agreement?“I think according to our agreement, we'd only meet after my divorce was finalized,” I said.He leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving mine.“I offered the same thing a few years ago. I'm not willing to take that risk again."“I can assure you that once everything is finalized, there won’t be any problems, Mr. Wynter.”“But I still need a guarantee. I don’t want my wait to end in vain,” he replied.I was silent for a moment before mustering the courage to ask, “What guarantee do you want so you’ll stop doubting my character?”“Well, it’s not your character I doubt. It’s your heart.”“I understand what you mean. But that's not the case. Just tell me what's the condition.”He gave a wry laugh before answering, barely audible. “The Luminous Hotel, at lunchtime. You'll know,” he finally said without hesitation.This time, I was the one who la

Eyra’s POVI could skip dinner, but not breakfast. I’d told the maids time and again that I wouldn’t sit with Dave and Elara, but what happened was beyond my wildest imagination.Dave came up to the attic with Elara.“What do you want?” I asked as Elara walked into my room without knocking.She scanned the room, waved her hand, then pinched her nose. “This room is so stuffy. I’m amazed anyone can stand being in here.”Isn’t that because of you?“I’d like to go back to my own room, then,” I replied. “Well… unfortunately, my family is coming, along with my best friend,” she said. “Again?” Dave asked, which meant he hadn’t been told about this at all. Or maybe it was all just Elara’s excuse to keep me from sleeping in a decent room.“Yes, babe. Didn’t I already tell you that my best friends are coming?” Elara said with a panicked expression that Dave would probably never notice because he was blinded by love. “You… don’t mind, do you?”“Of course not,” Dave replied, smiling as he strok

Eyra’s POV“Do you see? This dress fits me perfectly,” said Elara as she twirled around. However, perhaps because she stepped on something, the dress—which had initially looked perfectly proportioned on her—no longer seemed to fit.One of her shoulders slipped down, nearly exposing half of her breast.Some staff members turned around, while others rushed toward Elara and, together with her assistant, set about fixing the dress she was wearing.Several jewels had come loose and were scattered on the floor, so other staff members were busy picking them up.“What are we going to do? The dress is ruined and the jewels are scattered everywhere. Mr. Wynter is going to be furious,” muttered another, her face pale.“We’ll check the dress first and try to fix it; if that doesn’t work, then we’ll contact the specialists to repair it,” the store manager said, then walked over to Elara and examined the side of the dress, furrowing her brow.“Does this dress fit you perfectly, or did someone make