Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Roana,

སཊཱི 72%u

The tent felt smaller after that decision. The air pressed against my skin, heavy with Cassian’s lingering authority, as if the space itself was watching me, waiting to see whether I would crumble or rise.

My fingers remained clenched around his bloodstained shirt, the fabric wrinkling beneath my grip. I forced myself to loosen it slowly, one finger at a time, as if releasing it too fast would tear something vital inside me.

Draken cleared his throat quietly. “We don’t have much time.”

I nodded, though my neck felt stiff, my movements delayed. When I lifted my head, my eyes burned, swollen and aching, but they no longer overflowed. Crying had drained something out of me, leaving behind a sharp, hollow clarity.

“Call the commanders,” I said. My voice sounded unfamiliar, hoarse yet firm, scraping its way out of my chest. “All of them who can still stand.”

Lorenzo straightened immediately, the exhaustion in his postur momentarily overridden by purpose. “I’ll arrange it.”

As he left the tent, my knees threatened to buckle again. Draken stepped closer instinctively, his hand hovering near my back without touching, giving me the choice to lean or not. I inhaled slowly, grounding myself in Cassian’s scent, letting it settle over my nerves like armor.

“They won’t accept this easily,” Draken said quietly. “Some of them have already lost hope.”

“They don’t need hope,” I replied, my jaw tightening. “They need direction.”

Rye stirred inside me, no longer snarling blindly but pacing, restless and sharp. The grief was still there, raw and bleeding, but it had changed shape. It burned lower now, steadier, like embers waiting to be fed.

When the commanders entered the tent one by one, their reactions struck me harder than I expected. Shock flickered across their faces when they saw me standing. Some stiffened, some exhaled shakily, others dropped their gaze as if afraid to look too closely, as if I might vanish if they stared too long.

I stood still, shoulders squared, even as my legs trembled faintly beneath my weight.

“Your Highness,” one of them murmured, disbelief cracking his voice.

“I am alive,” I said, meeting their eyes one by one. “And so is His Majesty.”

A ripple moved through them. Hope, confusion, suspicion. I could see it all in the tightening of jaws, the subtle shifts of stance, the way hands flexed at their sides.

“He is badly injured,” I continued, lying without flinching. “He is under treatment. Until he recovers, I will speak and act in

his name.”

Silence followed. They must have had thousands of questions, but exhaustion dulled their resistance. No one challenged me.

One commander finally stepped forward, his face drawn, eyes rimmed red. “With respect, Your Highness… Tyran has already declared victory. And we can’t feel His Majesty’s presence.”

A muscle jumped in my cheek. I lifted my chin slightly. “Then we will remind him that Cassian has never lost a war. And don’t worry about sensing his presence. Right now, what matters is defeating those who betrayed him and tried to kill him. Do you understand?”

A murmur spread through the tent. I felt it then-a subtle shift the air, the faintest echo of authority responding to me. Not fully mine, not yet, but close enough to taste.

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Chapter 151

ས དཱི, 72%g

“They are watching us,” I said. “Every Alpha King. Every traitor. very coward waiting to see us fall apart. That will not happen. No matter the outcome, we will not let this region fall into the hands of bastards who don’t know how to fight fair?”

My hands curled slowly into fists at my sides. “You will return to your units and spread the word. His Majesty lives. The throne is not vacant. Any who challenge it will be treated as enemies of the crown.”

Their backs straightened almost unconsciously.

“And Tyran?” someone asked.

My eyes hardened. “Tyran will learn what it means to touch what belongs to Cassian.”

They looked at Lorenzo for confirmation, and to my surprise, he nodded in agreement. I had expected blame, resentment. Instead, he stood with me.

After they left, the tent felt quiet again, but not empty. The silence was tense, coiled tight.

Lorenzo returned later, his expression grave. “The message is spreading faster than expected. Some are already retreating.”

I nodded. “Good. Fear travels faster than truth.”

“And Carolyn’s father,” he added. “He’s taking charge. I heard he already gathered the elders to claim the throne officially.”

“Let him,” I said calmly. “Rats always surface when they’re starving. We’re returning home. This time, I’ll show him how a throne is taken properly.”

Lorenzo nodded and left the tent. Draken followed him, leaving me alone in the ocean of Cassian’s scent and memories. My chest hurt, bleeding quietly, yet for the first time since everything happened, belief bloomed inside me. He was alive. Somewhere. And I just had to reach him.

When night deepened, exhaustion finally crept into my bones. My body ached, my head throbbed, and my eyes burned with the need to close. Still, I remained standing, staring at Cassian’s shirt draped over the chair.

I pressed my palm against it gently this time.

“I will hold this together,” I whispered, my voice breaking despite my effort. “Until you come back.”

Rye settled then, curling close, not in peace, but in vigilance. She had been quiet since we decided to take matters into our own hands. With power, we could do anything. Take revenge. Find Cassian. Even if only the last piece of him remained. We would find him at any cost.

And somewhere deep inside me, beneath the grief and rage, something ancient and dangerous began to wake.

The rage, the hurt, and the memory of Cassian smiling at me, whispering that he loved me, triggered something I didn’t understand.

All I felt was my aura shifting. My vision blurred as my eyes burned, turning purple without me calling on my power. A violent pulse surged through my veins, raw and unrestrained. I staggered to my feet, confused, terrified.

Rye snarled inside my head, curling and rolling, her fur shimmering with an unfamiliar sheen. “What’s happening?” she whimpered.

I couldn’t answer her. My body ached worse than it had when the poison was killing me.

“Ah!” I cried as my knees hit the floor, the mattress buckling beneath me. My muscles locked, my body twitching violently as something dark wrapped around me, thick and oppressive, like invisible spell tightening its hold.

“Roana!”

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Draken’s voice cut through the pain, sharp and alert. “I’m smelling something. Are you shifting-”

He froze when he saw me.

Then a slow, cold smirk curved his lips.

ས ཏྲཱི, 72%B

“So you never had your final awakening,” he said softly. “No wonder I always wondered why you looked so… normal, despite being a Mortia.”

My eyes widened as he stepped inside. That was when I truly looked at him.

His eyes weren’t purple but a deep, translucent blue, like frozen water under moonlight. His features were sharper than I remembered, unnaturally balanced, his presence carrying a quiet, dangerous elegance. His hair fell carelessly around his face, dark and glossy, framing a beauty that didn’t feel warm or inviting, but calculated and lethal. He didn’t look like an ordinary werewolf. He never had.

He sat beside me with ease and smiled. “Your eyes,” he said, amused. “Purple. Mom and Dad would lose their minds if they knew they abandoned the strongest child just because she was allergic to the Black Moon Flower.”

A low laugh escaped him, echoing through the quiet night.

“Congratulations

on your leveling up, Roana Mortia,” he continued. “Now people will fear you.”

I didn’t fully understand what he meant. But deep inside, something shifted.

Something darker. Something that had been waiting to surface.

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