Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 137

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I laughed. An actual laugh escaped my throat, sharp and sudden but that laughter had thorns wrapped around it, tearing at my throat until it burned.

Cassian didn’t choose me. He would never choose me. He chose carolyn. He chose Elle. He chose everything but me. I was just a passerby in his life, a shadow that slipped in and out unneed. Except nobody knew. 11e simply used me as a replacement for her, and I didn’t mind. After all, we agreed. I aged to be one.

But I didn’t correct her. I couldn’t.

A tiny spark of happiness still rose in the core of my heart, frag and foolish. Yes, he chose me. I took a sharp breath, my chest aching. Yes… he chose me.

The golden, brownish desert had turned into a red carpet soaked in blood. Cassian’s warriors were relentless, they never quieted down without tearing into their enemies with ruthless precision. The clash of metal rang endlessly, blades striking armor, bodies slamming into sand. Wolves snarled and roared a they lunged, dust clouds rising with every brutal impact The air was thick with blood, sweat, and rage.

Lorenzo and Marco’s fight looked like oil and fire colliding. The strikes were vicious and desperate, both of them forced to back off again and again, circling like predators searching for an opening. Elle kept glancing at Marco from time to time, her tace tight, her lips trembling with something dark and restless.

I stared at Cassian, barely able to breathe. My chest felt crushed with every inhale. Tyran’s situation wasn’t good. He couldn’t even leave a scratch on him, let alone injure him. Lycans weren’t beings to be taken lightly.

Cassian moved like a force of nature, every strike calculated, every counter devastating. Tyran charged at him again, rage stripping away any remaining caution. His claws slashed wildly, tacks coming too fast, too reckless. Cassian dodged with minimal effort, twisting aside at the last second, sand spraying beneath his boots.

“You’re slowing down,” Cassian said coolly, looking down at him with unreadable eyes.

Tyran snarled, fury blazing across his face. “Shut up!”

He lunged again, swinging blindly, trying to overpower him through sheer aggression. Cassian blocked the strike with his forearm and shoved him back with enough force to send Tyran tumbling several steps away.

“This is all you have?” Cassian asked, his voice calm, almost bord.

Tyran growled loudly, spittle flying as he pushed himself uprigh. “I will tear you apart,” he hissed, veins standing out along his neck. “I don’t care what you are.”

He attacked again, movements uneven now, frustration weighing him down. Cassian caught his wrist mid-strike and twisted sharply, forcing a grunt of pain from Tyran before throwing hin aside. Tyran hit the sand hard, coughing, scrambling back to his feet with a roar, refusing to stay down.

Cassian didn’t rush him. He simply watched, eyes cold, assessing waiting.

Tyran staggered once more as he charged, sand spraying as his foting faltered.

Just as my eyes nearly closed from exhaustion, a sharp voice pierced through the mind link. My heart throbbed violently when I realized it was Cassian. I looked up instinctively, meeting his eyes across the chaos, his gaze locking onto me even as he fought.

“Please keep an eye on Elle. He gave something to her. This is the last favor I will ask.”

I froze, my eyes widening. Last favor?

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My stomach dropped, my heart pounding far faster than it shout. So he had already decided. Once Elle was rescued, he would leave me behind.

Before I even realized it, tears slid down my cheeks, dripping of my chin. My vision blurred as I pressed my hand over the wound on my arm, blood seeping relentlessly between my fingers. Yet the pain felt distant, dull, nothing compared to the sharp realization that whatever time I had with him now, this was the last day.

I couldn’t control my tears anymore. I couldn’t even bring myself to feel angry at him, I had no right to demand his love, no place to ask him to choose me, no voice to tell him that Elle was lying.

All I could do was feel myself growing weaker, my body going nmb, strength slipping away piece by piece.

Candy noticed my condition. She whimpered softly, teeth clamping onto the edge of my robe as if trying to anchor herself. Her ears flattened, eyes glassy with panic.

I wanted to rub her neck, to reassure her, but my arms felt impossibly heavy, barely responsive.

Then my attention snapped to Elle.

She started whimpering.

No… no. Stop. Stop…” she whispered repeatedly, her voice tremling, throat shaking as if she was on the verge of breaking.

At first, I wondered if she was in pain. But when I followed her gaze, my eyes narrowed sharply.

Marco was on the ground.

Blood gushed from the side of his stomach, dark and soaking in the sand beneath him. Lorenzo’s wolf stood over him, massive and furious, pacing in slow circles. Low growls rolled from his chest, vibrating through the ground as if daring

Marco to move.

The battlefield around them raged on. Wolves clashed nearby, warriors screaming orders, bodies falling, the scent of death thickening with every second.

Elle, tied the same way as I was, began thrashing violently against the pillar, ropes cutting into her skin as she struggled to free herself.

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