Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 132

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Chapter 132

Chapter 132

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This is how it ends The thought crept in, cold and heavy, settling deep in my bones.

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Het Roana’s terror then, raw, unfiltered, slicing straight through our bond. Memories flooded through us without mercy. Her kindness. The way she always paused before speaking, weighing every word so she wouldn’t hurt anyone. Her hands, tracked and bleeding while helping others, trembling yet still reaching out. Her heartbreak when she finally realized love had been nothing more than a lie wrapped in sweetness.

She had protected them all. Every single one of them.

But who protected her? Who offered her a shoulder to cry on when the nights became unbearable? Every time she loved, every time she chose kindness over cruelty, betrayal followed like a shadow. There was no one. Not even a single soul willing to stand beside her when she needed it most.

Now, 1. Rye, a legendary wolf, would fail with disgrace?

Never.

Something inside me snapped.

A roar tore from my chest, ripping through the arena, louder than anything that had come before. Power surged through me, wild and uncontrollable, flooding my veins like molten silver. I felt the Silver Wolves’ blood awaken fully-ancient, merciless, and unforgiving. Mortia was no longer just a name whispered in legends. She was fury given form.

My body expanded further, muscles stretching painfully beneath my skin. Bones shifted and cracked as I grew larger, heavier. My fur gleamed unnaturally under the harsh light, slick with blood and dust. My jaws sharpened, my fangs lengthening, hungry, aching for flesh. Every breath burned, every heartbeat thundered in my ears.

I surged upward with a violent twist, throwing them off me with a force that shocked even myself. One wolf flew backward, slamming into another with a sickening crack. I lunged without hesitation. Flesh tore beneath my teeth. Throats ripped open. Bones crushed under my jaws.

I moved like a storm, unstoppable, relentless, guided by instinct and rage.

They screamed. Howled. Whimpered in pain.

Some tried to retreat, claws scrambling uselessly against the blood-slick ground, but the crowd pressed them forward. Tyran’s orders cracked like a whip through the chaos, sharp and merciless. More wolves leapt in, desperation replacing their earlier confidence.

Claws tore into my back, ripping fur and skin. Teeth sank into my leg again, deeper this time. Pain exploded through me. My limb buckled, and I stumbled but I didn’t fall.

I refused to.

I kept fighting. I kept fighting with everything I had, with my life, just to prove one thing to my human. She didn’t have a weak wolf. She had me. She had her Rye,

Every strike felt heavier now. My limbs dragged as if weighted with iron. Blood dripped steadily from my wounds, pooling beneath me, soaking into the sand. My vision blurred at the edges, dark spots dancing before my eyes, but I forced my focus onto one thing only.

Survive and kill.

A massive wolf tackled me from the side, slamming me into the ground once more. The impact knocked the air from my lungs. His jaws closed around my throat, teeth digging in, crushing, suffocating. I felt pressure building, my breath trapped,

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Markness creeping closes with every second.

Roana’s voice chattered through it.

Rye, don’t you dare let go. I’m here. I’m still here.”

Her voice trembled, but it anchored me.

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I gathered what little strength remained and drove my claws upward with a guttural snarl, straight into his eyes. Warm liquid spilled over my paw. He screamed, releasing me instantly, rolling away in agony.

I gasped, air burning my lungs like fire.

1 dragged myself up, legs shaking violently beneath my weight. My muscles screamed in protest. “Grrrr…” I kept snarling at the lifeless body in front of me, a final instinctive challenge.

But no one moved.

The arena fell into an eerie silence, broken only by my ragged breathing and the low whimpers of the wounded. Bodies littered the ground, twisted and broken. Blood soaked the sand until it turned dark and slick beneath my paws. Some whimpered softly in pain. Some tried to crawl away but collapsed again, unable to move because of their wounds.

Only I stood alone in the center.

Surrounded by blood and the staring gazes from the dungeon above.

I took a deep, sharp breath, though it sent pain ripping through my chest. I was barely standing now. The wolves stared at me in horror, not rage, not excitement. Just pure fear. They had no strength left to challenge me.

I lifted my head despite the agony tearing through my neck and shoulders. Blood dripped from my fangs, falling onto the ground as I bared them, my growl low and lethal.

“This is your Omega,” my presence seemed to say without words.

“This is what you tried to break.”

My legs finally gave out.

I collapsed to my knees, then tipped onto my side, the world spinning violently around me. Pain drowned everything else. I felt Roana rushing forward in the back of my mind, wrapping around me desperately, her grief and guilt flooding through our bond.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I never wanted you to suffer like this. I should have used a sword instead.”

“It’s not a sword fight, you dummy,” I chuckled weakly.

Then everything went dark.

I didn’t know how long we were out.

By the time we returned to our senses, Roana had shifted back to her human form. Our body was hanging against a wall, wrists tied with rough rope once again. Wounds covered us, deep cuts, bruises, torn skin, and none of them had been tended to. Blood had dried in places, sticky and stiff.

Roana’s vision swam from dizziness and exhaustion. Her head throbbed violently, nausea curling in her stomach. The amount of blood we had lost left us weak, trembling.

“Heal us, Rye,” Roana whispered softly, her lips barely moving.

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