Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

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I walked through the fire, my fur burning as flames licked my skin, the sharp scent of singed flesh filling my lungs. My muscles trembled with every step, heat cracking against my bonds, yet the pain barely registered. My entire focus was on her unsteady, slowing heartbeat pressed against my chest. Each falte sent a violent jolt through my ribs, my breath stuttering despite myself.

It was my fault. I should never have involved her in my life. I should never have brought her here.

Why did I do that? Why did I make her my Luna? I knew I wasn the right person for her. I failed to protect my own mate for people who lied to me.

“Your Majesty!”

My head snapped toward the corner of the room, neck musclesghtening instantly. It was my elite servant whom I had sent to follow Roana. My steps slowed as my eyes adjusted, and my breath caught painfully when I finally saw him properly.

He was in terrible shape. Blood soaked through his clothes, his body sagging unnaturally. Even healing him wouldn’t work. I knew it the moment my gaze lingered.

“Gerald?” My voice came out cold, sharp, but strained beneath the surface, my jaw tightening as I spoke his name.

He could barely breathe, each inhale rattling harshly in his chest as he lifted his trembling hand. His fingers shook violently. “I am sorry. I couldn’t protect her. But-”

It was a vial.

“I don’t know if it’s the antidote, but I saw it inside the first aid box.

His

body jerked as a violent cough tore

through him, blood splattering the floor. His strength finally gay out, and his head dropped heavily.

“Don’t talk. I will take you out right now!” I said, my voice rising despite myself as I pressed Roana closer to my chest, my arms tightening protectively.

We reached for Gerald’s arm, claws trembling, but Gerald yanke it pain contorted his face.

with the last of his strength, his teeth gritting as

“I can’t. You should leave as soon as possible. Tyran is bringing more people. You can’t handle them single-handedly with Her Highness!” His voice wavered, thinning with every word.

“But-!”

He pointed weakly behind him, his arm dropping almost immediately.

Our eyes widened, pupils dilating, when We finally looked at his ower body. Our stomach twisted violently. A sharp, broken howl tore out of Cyrus, filled with disbelief and grief. Gerald had been one of my elite servants.

“I won’t be able to live another ten minutes, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Please take Her Highness as far as possible. It’s against time. The longer you wait the worse her situation will become.”

I looked down at my Roana, her body growing colder in Cyrus’s rms, her skin pale and lifeless. My chest tightened painfully, breath coming uneven. I forced myself to straighten my back despite the tremor shaking through my limbs.

“I am proud of you, Gerald. I owe you. You are my true soldier.”

A soft smile appeared on his bloodstained lips, faint but sincere, genuine happiness flickering weakly in his eyes. “I have been waiting for years to receive that acknowledgment, Your Majesty. Finally.”

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“I am sorry.” I whispered, my throat burning, my heart pounding violently against my ribs.

“No,” he said weakly, his head tilting slightly. “It has been the best time of my life serving you, Your Majesty. Nobody treats their servants like family, but you did. Now I know my purpose in life has been fulfilled.” His breath hitched. “All I want is for you to make sure Her Majesty knows how much you care about er. She was proud of your decision to choose Elle, despite knowing she would betray you.”

“She knew?” My voice sharpened dangerously, my fingers curling involuntarily.

“Yes. Elle may have told her. But… she still wants to leave you. Please make sure you treat her well.”

His smile trembled before weakening as another cough wracked his body, blood staining his chin.

“And don’t blame yourself for trusting the wrong people,” he continued slowly. “We know how much you cared about everyone. Loyalty is shown by us, not demanded.”

My chest felt like it was tearing apart, pressure building until it hurt to breathe.

“Trusting people you consider family isn’t a weakness, Your Majesty,” he whispered. “Being loyal doesn’t make you a pushover. They are the ones who twisted your trust against you. am proud of you for coming this far. You are, and always have been, a great ruler. Everyone in our region knows that. They love you.”

My throat tightened painfully, swallowing becoming difficult. His words landed heavily, like the final weight pressing down on my heart. I lowered my head slowly and bowed.

“Your Majesty, what are you doing?” He tried to lift his head, panic flickering briefly in his eyes, but failed.

“Elite Soldier,” I said, my voice firm despite the ache clawing at my chest, “I am proud and honored to have you as my lifelong loyal subordinate. I am grateful for your sacrifice. I will always be grateful for saving my mate’s life.”

“Your Your Majesty, you don’t have to-” His voice cracked.

“I should have told you earlier,” I said quietly, my lips pressing together, “but I don’t just treat you like family. You have always been part of my family.”

I couldn’t cry, no matter how badly my chest burned. I wanted to hold him, to say goodbye properly, but time was slipping through my fingers, relentless.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his breath fading before his eyes slowly closed.

I gave him one last proud look, my jaw tightening, before turning toward the fire engulfing the building. The heat surged violently. The scent of hundreds of wolves filled the air, thick and overwhelming. They were closing in.

All I needed was to heal her as fast as possible.

I ran toward an empty room away from the fire, my steps uneven.

Walking out of the building now would be suicide.

I shut the door behind us and cracked the window open slightly heat rushing in instantly. Once the fire reached the room, I would jump.

I rested her head on our furry lap, our fingers trembling as they rushed her hair. Cyrus’s fur burned along his back, smoke curling upward.

“Use our blood. It will work faster,” Cyrus urged, his voice strained, even as I restrained his form.

“No,” I said tightly, my jaw locking. “Any liquid could be dangerous for her. We heal her first, then use the antidote.”

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