Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Roana,

It’s said when people are in love, they subconsciously keep track of their beloved.

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Staring at Cassian’s phone, all I could feel was heartache clawing its way through my chest, sharp and unrelenting. My thumb hovered over the screen, tracing the faint warmth it still carried, as if his presence had seeped into the glass itself. He had been in love with me long before I had understood my own heart, long before I had been brave enough to name what I

felt.

And as unlucky as I had always been, he wasn’t by my side.

I placed the phone aside with trembling fingers, my hand lingering for a second too long before pulling away. Outside the room, screams tore through the air, mixed with guttural growls and the sickening sound of claws scraping stone. Something heavy slammed into a wall, followed by a roar that shook the floor beneath my feet. I ignored it all, my ears ringing, my mind narrowing until nothing else mattered.

I grabbed the box at last. My fingers shook so badly that the faint clink inside made my breath hitch. As I slowly lifted the lid, Sierra’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding, carried by urgency and fear.

“Evacuate the palace. Especially the Omegas. Head to the safe zone. Don’t look back. All elite servants, take your positions. Protect Her Highness. Back Beta Lorenzo up!”

I rose to my feet, knees weak but locked in defiance, and gently opened the box.

I froze halfway.

The world seemed to tilt, the noise outside dulling into a distant hum as my vision blurred. My lungs refused to draw air. Inside lay a pair of rings, crafted with the rarest diamond, catching the light even in the dim room. They were matching, elegant, timeless, with our initials curved into the metal as if they had always belonged there.

Rye made a broken, breathless sound in my mind. “So beautiful.”

My throat tightened painfully. One after another, he had been trying to give me shocks, surprises I hadn’t even known how

to receive.

“So… at the end of the day,” Rye whispered, her voice cracking, heavy with disbelief and regret, “when we were crying about having unrequited love for him, he was preparing to convey his feelings to us in the quietest way possible.”

I didn’t speak. Words would have shattered me.

I picked up the ring meant for me. My fingers fumbled, skin cold, pulse racing so loudly it drowned out the battle cries beyond the walls. I slid it onto my ring finger.

It fit perfectly.

A breath left me in a shaky exhale, something between a sob and a/laugh. My lips curved into a broken yet warm smile, tears stinging my eyes as my chest ached with love and loss intertwined.

I picked up his ring and slipped it onto the chain around my neck, pressing it against my skin, grounding myself in the steady beat of my heart.

“I love you, Cassian,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I will always…”

I kissed his ring, my lips lingering for a fraction of a second longer, then turned toward the door.

“Rye,” I said, straightening my shoulders as something cold and resolute settled into my bones. “It’s time for us to clean the

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garbage. Whoever tries to ruin my husband’s pack will have to go through me.”

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Rye purred sharply, a low, dangerous sound that vibrated through my spine. A cold howl echoed inside my mind, ancient and powerful. The door cracked open, and I walked out with my head held high, steps steady, eyes knowing.

I would find Cassian. He wouldn’t be defeated that easily. He was alive. And when he returned, I would make sure he knew that his beloved pack remained untouched and unharmed.

“Your Highness!” Sierra’s eyes widened the moment she saw me. Her gaze flicked over my face, my posture, the way something darker simmered beneath my skin. “You look… different.”

She turned toward the wolves moving around her, instinctively placing herself between them and me, muscles coiling, claws half-extended, ready to strike.

I walked toward them, each step deliberate, my pulse steady now, cold resolve replacing pain. The entire Pack was on alert. Rogues and enemy wolves were everywhere. Everyone was fighting.

“Go,” I said, my voice emerging colder than I had ever heard it, sharp enough to make even me flinch inside. “Back Lorenzo and Draken up. Let me handle these pests.”

The awakening form burned beneath my skin, unfamiliar and uncomfortable, power humming violently through my veins.

“You are still injured,” Sierra protested, fear and concern flashing across her face, “You should take some rest!”

“I won’t repeat myself, Sierra. Go.”

She flinched, jaw tightening, but she didn’t argue. As she turned to leave, a wolf lunged from the shadows, jaws snapping, aiming straight for her neck.

Time slowed.

Before the wolf could reach her, Rye surged forward.

The shift was violent.

Bones cracked and stretched, muscles tearing and reforming as a massive silver form burst forth. The air displaced with a thunderous force as Rye towered over the pack, her size eclipsing them all, her presence suffocating. Her fur shimmered like molten silver under firelight, eyes glowing with lethal clarity.

Sierra gasped, stumbling back, her head tilting upward to meet Rye’s gaze. “Wow,” she muttered, breathless, shock etched across her face.

Rye growled, the sound deep and resonant, vibrating through the walls. She clamped her jaws around the smaller wolf’s neck, crushing bone with ease, then flung the limp body against the wall. The impact echoed sickeningly.

“Go, Sierra,” Rye ordered, snarling, her teeth stained red.

“Yes, Luna!” Sierra replied, voice steady despite the tremor in her hands, before sprinting away.

Rye showed no mercy.

Every strike was fueled by heartbreak, by frustration, by rage at a cruel fate. Claws tore through flesh, bodies slammed into stone, bones shattered beneath her weight. It felt like a child tearing apart toys, ruthless and effortless, breaking, thrashing, throwing them out of the mansion.

Anything that didn’t belong to this land would be removed.

When the last of the pests lay broken, Rye lifted her head and walked out of the mansion, her steps heavy yet graceful. Her shimmering silver fur caught every gaze outside. Wolves froze mid-fight, jaws parted, eyes wide.

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She looked undeniably gracefully majestic.

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From Lorenzo to Sean and Sarah, all who had joined to protect their land stood stunned. The enemies needed to look up to see her properly.

For a moment, they didn’t recognize us.

Then Draken shifted back into his human form, shouting as he stared in disbelief. “Why are you outside? You can’t fight in this sta-!”

His words died when a massive wolf crashed down in front of him, lifeless.

Rye didn’t slow, didn’t hesitate, her gaze icy as death. “You should have handled them sooner if you didn’t want me to come out. It’s pathetic.”

Draken scoffed, glancing at the dead wolf before him, shaking his head. “Your awakening form is irritating. Mom and Dad will be pissed.”

He shifted again, leaping toward five rogues who were cornering an Omega wolf.

Lorenzo, locked in battle with a large, powerful enemy, turned. His wolf’s eyes burned bright gold. “Luna. Kyros Veleric is trying to get inside His Majesty’s throne room. Once he gets his hands on the Seal, he’ll take control of it.”

My eyes darkened. Something vicious stirred deep within me. Rye growled, low and enraged, and we turned toward the

mansion.

“Let me handle him,” I said.

“He is strong,” Lorenzo warned, blood dripping from his muzzle. “Be careful.”

Rye’s eyes glinted dangerously as she launched toward the throne room, the ground trembling beneath her paws. ” Don’t worry. It will be handled!”

He would not take something that belonged to my husband.

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