Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Roana,

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The throne room was cold and dim. The usual rustle of people’s presence, the faint dominant scent of the Lycan King, wasn’t there. The throne at the end of the aisle looked like history itself, empty and without an owner. The cold stone beneath my feet sent a chill up my spine, but my posture remained steady, unmoved.

The scene of Cassian sitting on the throne, his large, broad shoulders reaching the two lion sculptures of the armrests, the way he would place one knee over the other, looking absolutely majestic, appeared before my eyes. My jaw tightened slightly at the memory, breath slowing despite the dull ache pressing against my chest.

I wasn’t there whenever he had meetings with the elders, but I had seen him before, sitting there, having conversations with that serious expression that never wavered, his presence alone demanding obedience.

As Rye stepped in beside me, carrying her weight with restrained grace, the scent of Beta Kyros hit my nostrils. Disgustingly dark and unpleasant. My lips pressed into a thin line as I headed toward the private room where all the official seals were locked. My shoulders squared, every step deliberate.

I shifted back, allowing Rye to heal herself a little more before fighting. With slow, careful steps, I headed toward the door. The door was unlocked. It wasn’t hard for him to get the keys since he had been in this mansion since Cassian left. I wondered what else he had gotten his hands on, the thought making my fingers curl slightly at my side.

Just as I pushed the door open, Kyros, who was bending over while frantically searching through papers and old files, jumped.

He turned sharply. His wolf’s ears were still visible. He was in a hurry and hadn’t shifted back properly. His breathing was uneven, shallow, chest rising faster than necessary.

“So… stealing is all you can do, Beta Kyros?” My voice was deep, cold, and sharp. I didn’t raise it. I didn’t need to..

He turned fully, his expression shifting to something unreadable, though his jaw trembled for a fraction of a second. “Stealing?” His lips curled, but his nostrils flared as he inhaled too quickly. “The person who is stealing the throne is you, bitch. This pack was supposed to be mine from the beginning. I kindly let Cassian manage it. Now he is dead. It’s mine to control!” His voice shook with fury and disappointment, the sound betraying his age.

I scoffed softly, the sound barely audible, and walked toward the desk. The dull scent of Cassian still lingered there. Rye purred inside me, inhaling the scent deeply. My fingers flexed, then relaxed again.

“Was yours?” I tilted my head slightly. “A man who betrayed his own Alpha to come here and manipulated Cassian’s parents into abandoning him is claiming he is the rightful one. What a joke.”

My fingers ran over the edge of the table. Dust coated the surface evenly. I didn’t bother wiping it away. “Do you think people will buy your nonsense?”

He gritted his teeth, jaw clenching so hard it visibly strained. His eyes were blood red, but a faint tremor ran through his forelegs as he shifted his stance. “An outsider like you has no place to say what’s right or wrong. This pack is mine. Once I get the seals, everything will be mine!” His breathing hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Sure. Try it.” I smirked faintly and sat on the edge of the desk, unbothered, my posture relaxed, gaze unwavering.

“You bitch!” he snapped. “Are you trying to provoke me? Do you think he can win against me?” His claws scraped lightly against the floor as his weight shifted.

“I do,” I said, nodding once. “Do you think you can win against me?” I repeated, my tone unchanged, eyes never leaving his

face.

His face turned red, veins standing out on his neck as his body shook violently. “Are vou challenging me?” Uie kussch

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“Yes. I am.” I folded my arms slowly, deliberately, watching his reaction. “Can’t you understand? We both want this throne.”

“You want this throne? With this body?” His laugh was sharp, but it broke halfway through. “Look at yourself. You’re just as discarded as trash. Everyone knows you’re a fake Luna that bastard brought here. If anything, it’s you who will be out of this territory today!”

“Ah,” I said softly. “So you’re saying that because I’m overweight, I can’t be the Queen?” I scoffed lightly, unimpressed.

“Yes,” he said matter-of-factly, though his chest heaved. “A bitch like you, who can barely walk, can’t protect the pack!”

Instead of feeling insulted, I laughed loudly, the sound filling the room. Rye purred in anticipation. “Then this overweight wolf will prove who can protect the pack more.”

His eyes glinted under the warm light as my claws unsheathed. His body twitched, bones cracking as he shifted. A gray wolf emerged, growling, though his movements were stiff, his breath already strained.

I smirked, watching him. Rye didn’t take a second to shift. The moment she did, he lost his pace, stepping back instinctively, claws scrambling.

Rye was twice his size, unmistakably an Alpha wolf.

“What the hell is that? What are you?” he growled, stepping back further, his legs shaking despite his snarl.

“An overweight wolf that people like you think doesn’t deserve anything.” Rye stepped closer, baring her sharp fangs.

“Impossible!” His head shook violently. “How could a she-wolf be that large? What are you? You aren’t from this pack!”

Rye grunted softly. “Neither are you. But I am legally the Luna Queen of this region.” Her voice dropped into a snarl. “And you are the outsider. You have no place in my mate’s pack!”

His back hit the corner of the room. His breathing was loud now, uneven, chest heaving. “I raised Cassian. A brat like can’t stop me from getting what I want!” His arrogance clung desperately to every word.

“Try me, Kyros.” My voice was calm, almost bored. “Now it’s a battle for the throne. Shall we see who wins this?”

you

His eyes narrowed, fangs grinding together with hesitation and ego. “I will tear your throat out, you bitch. Just because you’re larger doesn’t mean you’re stronger than a Beta wolf!”

Rye snorted. “You’re just ashamed of your tiny body, old man. Even you can’t deny that you’re weak.”

His jaw clenched. Within seconds, he launched forward. This time he didn’t stop. His claw aimed straight for my throat, a basic killing strike, reckless and desperate.

Rye raised her paw and slammed his body into the floor. The impact echoed.

“Stop wasting your time, Kyros,” Rye said, pressing him down. “Both of your daughters have already been locked inside the dungeon.”

“What?” He struggled, panting heavily, but failed to rise. His movements were sluggish, strength drained. He was too old to fight. Judging by his wolf’s appearance, he was close to a hundred.

“Let me go,” he snarled weakly. “How could a she-wolf like you have such a strong wolf spirit? You goddamn—”

Rye pressed her claws against his neck, pinning him to the cold floor. “What did you expect? A Lycan’s mate to be a delicate flower?” Her grip tightened slightly. “I am not like your daughters, Kyros. You are done.”

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think of all possibilities? IfI can’t have it, nobody can!”

My eyes widened briefly. “What do you mean?”

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He looked at me sharply, stubbornness hardening his gaze despite the tremor in his body. “You’re all done, bitch. I thought those brats would succeed. Since they failed, I’ll destroy everything!”

Fear flashed through me.

Rye bit down on his neck, tight enough to break skin, and jumped out of the throne room.

He thrashed weakly, claws scraping uselessly against the air. He was tiny in Rye’s jaws.

“Draken!” Rye linked.

“Roana? Have you handled him?”

“I think he’s planted explosives in the mansion. Send people to search the building while I take care of him myself!”

“What?” Draken gasped. “Fine. I’ll tell Lorenzo. Be careful!”

Rye headed straight through the back door toward the woods, disconnecting from Draken.

“Where are you taking me?” Kyros snarled. “You bitch! Let me go!”

“Don’t

you know

any other names?” Rye snorted. “That one doesn’t make me angry anymore. Just bored.”

“Where are you taking me?” he repeated, his claws scratching weakly at her fur, his arrogance still clinging despite his shaking body.

“To your daughters, Kyros.” Rye’s voice was cold, final. “To face the ultimate outcome for breaking my mate’s heart.”

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