Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Keane,

“Guys… kill her. She is just a pathetic Omega. She won’t be able to fight back!” Tyran Wolffian, the Leader and Alpha King of the Northern Region, shouted as he pushed Roana down the stairs. His palm slammed against her back with cruel force, his fingers digging briefly into her shoulder before he let go.

She rolled down with a thud, her body colliding harshly against the steps before hitting the floor. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain rippled through her limbs. The chain, for some reason, broke the moment she hit the floor, the metal snapping loudly and skidding across the stone.

“This is not what you promised me. What are you doing? Even Rosetta witnessed it!” My body shook as I confronted him, my breath uneven as anger and disbelief churned inside me. My fists clenched and unclenched unconsciously at my sides.

“Chill, dude. Why are you after that woman? I can give you ten beauties from my harem-!” Tyran scoffed, waving a dismissive hand as if Roana were nothing more than a nuisance.

“No!” I snapped, my voice echoing sharply. “Our deal was that you would kill Cassian. Enough! I want her. That’s why I had to go through all the things-!” My jaw tightened, veins standing out on my neck as I leaned forward.

“She is a seer.” He cut in, his tone abrupt and cold. His expression hardened instantly, looking at me with those suspicious eyes, his brows knitting together.

“Excuse me? A seer?” I narrowed my eyes, disbelief flashing across my face. “That’s stupid. She isn’t-!”

“You know that she is a Mortia!”

I narrowed my eyes further, my lips pressing into a thin line. “So? That doesn’t mean she is some sort of witch!”

A servant walked toward us with a bottle of wine and glasses. Tyran grabbed one roughly and sat on the chair, his movements careless. “You are stupid, Keane. Even pure-blooded Silver Wolves who have royal blood, Moon Goddess’s descendants’ blood, are blessed with one particular ability!” He took a slow sip, watching me over the rim of the glass.

“No… She is not.” I shook my head faintly, my voice low but strained. “She would have known everything we have done. She didn’t even know that I kidnapped her and-!”

“Stupid!” Rosetta approached us, smirking. Her heels clicked against the floor as she stopped beside us. “A seer is more clever than any other werewolf. They don’t show their ability to others, but they know what’s happening next and what they will do with the vision they get!” Her eyes flicked briefly toward the arena.

“What do you mean? You mean she knew that we would send her to the Infinite Hell?” Tyran muttered, his fingers tightening around the glass.

“Possible. So, I am actually interested in how she is going to survive this!” Rosetta’s smile widened slightly.

“No.” I snarled, my wolf stirring violently under my skin. “Tyran, I want her. If there is something wrong with

her, I won’t forgive you!” My voice dropped dangerously low.

“She doesn’t like you, Keane. Don’t waste your time on her. There are plenty of women who are the most beautiful ones. She isn’t even desirable. Why are you so obsessed with her?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

I gritted my teeth, staring at him with all my rage. My wolf snarled under my skin, demanding release. He liked her. He wanted her.

Just as I was seething, a shout came from the Infinite Hell.

“Master! This woman is unconscious. We can’t take advantage of her vulnerability. Otherwise, we aren’t true. warriors!” one of them shouted. The crowd cheered loudly, stomping and whistling.

“She has chains around her. Let her free. Don’t insult our ability to kill a weak Omega this way!” Another whistle came, louder than the rest.

Tyran smirked, looking at the arena. “Fine. Estelle, wake her up. And break the chain!”

I narrowed my eyes as she, Rosetta Estelle, walked down to the arena. The warriors whistled more, shouting dirty remarks that crawled under my skin, more insulting than admiration.

“Are you worried?” Tyran had the audacity to ask, glancing at me sideways. “Don’t worry. She killed Cove. She deserves a worse death than this!” His eyes darkened, a heavy, dark aura surfacing around him.

“I told

you. He attacked her first!” I snapped, my chest heaving.

“It doesn’t matter, Keane. She killed one of my comrades, my brother whom I adored. She deserves death!”

His jaws tightened with determination, the muscles jumping visibly. I felt my heart squeeze painfully in my chest. I couldn’t let her die.

Just as I decided to get down, a scream came from Estelle, who was supposed to free her. With her, a loud gasp echoed in the air, sharp and panicked.

“What happened?” Tyran stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor as he walked toward the arena. I followed him immediately. Behind us, Elle and Marco did the same.

That was when my breath caught.

Roana was there, standing. Her leg was on Estelle’s chest, pinning her down as she stood there, rubbing her wrist slowly, her fingers flexing as if testing the sensation.

“It burns, bitch!” Roana’s tone was different, sharp and unsettling. A single glance was enough to understand that the woman I used to see wasn’t her.

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She slowly looked up, meeting my eyes. “You shouldn’t have done that, Keane. Cassian believed in than this womanizer next to you. Poor you!” Her eyes were a bright shade of bluish-purple, more like the purple sky at sunset, kissed by the ocean.

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