Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

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Sitting there, with Candy trying her best to shield me from the scorching heat, I couldn’t help but feel blessed. Candy had always been my soft spot. The only one who grew up with me, who loved me without conditions or expectations.

Yet even as that warmth settled in my chest, something bitter followed it, spreading slowly, like a bruise forming beneath the skin.

Sitting there, my body covered in injuries, realizing that something inside me was blocking my healing, I couldn’t help but let out a weak, breathless laugh. It scraped my throat and made my ribs ache. The sound felt wrong even to my own ears, hollow and thin, as if it didn’t belong to me.

Tyran had been determined to destroy me, whether he won or lost.

The certainty of it weighed heavier than the pain, pressing down on my chest until breathing felt like an effort.

Still, it felt surreal to watch a duel between two pairs of people turn into an actual war spreading across the desert. The air itself felt heavy, thick with dust, blood, and rage, each breath tasting metallic and dry.

The looks on Keane’s and Elle’s faces said it all. They hadn’t imagined that Cassian would bring his entire army and handle this the way it should have been handled from the start. Shock lingered on them like a second skin.

I took a sharp breath that stung my lungs, my gaze drifting toward Cassian’s Lycan, Cyrus. The sneaky bastard who used to mess with me relentlessly. A soft smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it, faint and fleeting. I didn’t know why. It felt less like relief and more like a farewell. That realization sent a dull ache spreading through my chest, slow and persistent.

I wish I could tell him that I loved him… Maybe more than his Elle did. I might not be as beautiful as her. But I loved him, I wanted him to love me back. But fate is sealed. He would always love the ghost of the woman who betrayed him.

“You know… you are lucky!”

Elle’s voice cut through my thoughts. I flinched despite myself before lifting my head slowly and turning toward her. She was smeared with cow blood from head to toe, the metallic smell clinging to her skin. Disgusting, yet effective enough to fool people watching from a distance.

“Lucky?” I scoffed weakly, my jaw tightening as the word tasted bitter on my tongue. “Coming from a woman who doesn’t have even a shred of gratitude toward the man who is trying his best to protect her?”

Elle chuckled, unfazed. “Yeah, you’re right. But I never asked him to do anything for me. Certainly not.”

A sharp pressure built behind my eyes, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. “Then why use your child to manipulate others? Are you sure you’re fit to be a mother? Risking its life just to make another man happy?”

Her head snapped toward me, eyes flashing. “Don’t you dare question my ability to be a mother to my

child!”

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Chapter 135

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I let out a dry breath that turned into a cough before I could stop it, my body jerking with the force. Pain flared through my side, hot and blinding for a brief moment. “Even a worm can be a mother. No one is questioning your ability. I’m questioning whether you’re suitable for it. You should know pups are fragile, especially in this heat. Standing under the sun, blood all over your body, screaming like someone is peeling your skin off… are you really protecting your child?”

Her expression shifted into something I couldn’t quite name. The muscles in her face tightened, her lips pressing into a thin line. A faint twitch crossed her cheek. I realized then that there was no regret there. Not

even a trace.

Strangely, I didn’t feel surprised. At first, I had thought she was assaulted, tortured by the people here. But seeing how comfortable she was now, how controlled, how steady her breathing remained, I knew she had been playing mind games with Cassian all along.

That realization hurt more than any wound on my body. It settled deep, spreading outward until my chest felt hollow.

Cassian genuinely loved her. Every time her name came up, his expression carried more concern for her safety than for the future we might face together. That truth settled like a stone in my stomach, dragging everything else down with it.

He was never mine to begin with, and I had accepted that. But knowing that the woman he loved was nothing more than a liar shattered something inside me. My fingers curled weakly into the sand as my chest tightened, breath catching for a moment before I forced it to steady.

I wished that instead of loving her so deeply, he had given me even half of that. The thought came unbidden, sharp and fleeting. But wishes meant nothing here. At the end of the day, he would choose who mattered to him most.

I closed my eyes as warm blood continued to seep out of my wounds, slow but relentless, soaking into the sand beneath me. A faint tremor ran through my limbs. Rye tried to heal me again, but she failed. Whatever was blocking my healing refused to budge. We couldn’t even use our strength to glimpse the future.

Would I die today?

The question echoed in the quiet space behind my eyes, unanswered.

“You are right.”

Elle spoke again. This time her voice was cold, steady, determined, cutting cleanly through the noise of the battlefield.

“I am sacrificing our child. And I don’t regret it.”

My eyes snapped open despite the ache behind them, vision blurring for a heartbeat before sharpening again.

“If this child is the path to our freedom, I will choose to sacrifice it over and over again.”

Silence fell between us.

Not the kind filled with words waiting to be spoken, but the kind that pressed against my ears until I could hear my own heartbeat. It thudded unevenly, slow and heavy, as if my body itself was struggling to accept

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