Novel & Cerita Curves And Claws:the Lycan King's Relentless Claim

“You don’t need to be afraid of me.” “I’m not afraid of you,” I said quickly. His brow lifted. “Good. Because fear would be insulting even for me. I say…, curiosity suits you better.” I clenched my jaw, my mind trying hard to decipher his words. “Say what you came to say and leave.” He studied me in silence for a moment longer, his eyes sharp and assessing. “You know,” he said finally, “most women would be far more interested in the brother of a Lycan King showing up at their door.”

When we approached their borders, I froze as I saw the bodies of three Lycans scattered across the ground. The once-powerful bodies of my Lycans lay lifeless on the ground. My chest heaved in anger as I charged forward. I crouched down and took a closer look at their bodies. Something had torn through them like they were nothing more than paper. Claws’s mark was evident. Claws. That cursed monster. Claws was a monster that enjoyed killing werewolves. He was named Claws because of how enormous and deadly his claws were. He was once an Alpha but turned into a beast after his father cursed him for killing his step mother.

I knew how much he hated being reminded of how much of a disappointment that he was. He stepped closer, his breath hot against my skin as he leaned in, whispering. “You see, there it is. The real venom. You can’t stand that I’m still standing after everything. That no matter what you do, I’m still here.” “You’ll be gone soon enough.” I replied coolly, refusing to let him see how close he was to getting under my skin. “You’re not as untouchable as you think. The Lycan King just proved it a while ago.”

My mother had endured nineteen years—abuse, isolation, and poisoning—in the Obsidian Claw packhouse, playing the part of a weak human, just to hide me from a magical death sentence. “But I’m out of time,” the King gasped. His body convulsed, sudden and sharp. His silver eyes locked onto mine with frantic, desperate urgency. He reached up and pulled a heavy, blackened iron ring from his finger. He pressed it into my palm. “Take the crown, Elara,” he commanded, and his voice suddenly boomed with the last, absolute remnant of his royal authority. “Rule the Lycans. Break the curse.” Before I could say anything else, his silver eyes went completely dim.

warm, soft, and so bloody addictive. I will make her love me. No matter how many lies it takes. No matter how much it destroys us both. ... The next morning, I stand before the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored black Armani suit. The reflection staring back is every inch the powerful Lycan King. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and violet eyes that have seen empires rise and fall. But inside, the five-petal curse burns hotter than ever. The door opens. "Your Majesty", Cain, my Beta, steps in. "Everything is prepared. The ceremony begins in thirty minutes."

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

The moon was even more bright in the sky, and the howl was transformed into the chorus of howls of lycans all over the wood, all calling to the Moon Goddess. I felt my body begin to shift, my senses becoming keener, and my strength and agility were improving. I screamed with the rest, and I could feel the strength of the goddess flowing in my blood. The rogue lycans could not stand before me now, and I was prepared to fight a battle with fresh energies and power. I was just about ready to charge forward when a dark individual came out of the trees. Tobias Richfield was the strong and dreadful king of the lycans in his lycan form, and a pack of his most reliable subordinates accompanied him.

"As for your lover, I will hunt him down and tear him limb from limb!" The cold, sharp claws pierced the skin of my neck. Even the warm blood dripping down couldn't thaw the ice in my heart. Suddenly, heavy, powerful footsteps echoed from the hallway. "How bold! Gamma Rowan, I am the terrible rogue lover you speak of. Are you going to tear me limb from limb?" The Lycan King stepped through the doorway. Seeing Rowan's claws at my throat, the King let out a dark, furious laugh. His voice boomed with pure Alpha command.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

The mating bite on his neck stood out vividly, a dark mark against the silver sheen of moonlight on his skin. Lucien propped himself on one elbow beside him, golden eyes dark with satisfaction and lingering hunger. At fifty, the Lycan King was still every inch the powerful alpha — broad shoulders, hard muscle, and that commanding presence that made Caelan’s pulse race even after all these years. A thin sheen of sweat coated his chest, highlighting old battle scars that had never faded.