Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 75

**Title: Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma**

**Chapter 75**

Cassian,

As I stood at the precipice of my emotions, I felt a whirlwind of confusion and frustration swirling around me. Carolyn had always been more than just a family member; she was my confidante, my anchor in a tumultuous sea. I had once envisioned her as my Luna Queen, the one who would stand beside me, a perfect partner in every sense. The moment she had stepped forward, radiating strength and grace, I had convinced myself that she was destined to be the one to share my life with.

Yet, she had gently dismantled those dreams, firmly establishing that she preferred to keep our relationship within the safe confines of family. Her boundaries were clear, and I had respected them, even if it meant suppressing my own feelings. In the wake of that pivotal moment, I had managed to shift my perspective, seeing her as a cherished sister rather than a potential mate.

But now, a storm brewed within me, fueled by her recent behavior. It felt selfish, almost cruel, for her to exploit the bond we shared, especially when it came at the cost of Roana’s well-being. My heart ached for Roana, who was battling mysterious seizures that left her vulnerable and frightened.

I could see the pack healer hunched over his reports, his brow furrowed in concentration, but my patience was wearing thin. I stood there, arms crossed defiantly over my chest, jaw clenched tight. Despite having the finest healers in our pack, they seemed utterly stumped by Roana’s relentless condition.

Impatience gnawed at my insides, a tight coil of anxiety tightening around my chest. My fingers drummed against my arm as I fought to maintain my composure. “What’s going on? If you can’t determine the issue, reach out to your colleagues. I need answers,” I demanded, my voice steady but laced with an underlying tension that betrayed my calm exterior.

“I apologize,” he replied, his voice shaky as he took a deep breath, the weight of the situation evident in his demeanor. “We haven’t found any additional internal damage that could be triggering these seizures. However, the drug in her bloodstream remains, despite our best antidotes.”

“What do you mean?” My brows knitted together, skepticism creeping into my gaze. A flicker of distrust ignited within me.

“I suspect the drug is the primary cause of her seizures. Please monitor her closely for the next few days. I believe she will recover soon.”

“So you still haven’t identified the type of drug in her system?” I pressed, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Unfortunately, no. It has dissolved into her blood, leaving only traces behind. We couldn’t analyze it effectively.”

“Pathetic.” The word cut through the air like a knife as I sprang to my feet, my jaw tightening even further.

Whoever was responsible for this would face dire consequences; there would be no mercy this time.

With purpose, I strode toward the VIP ward, my mind linking with Lorenzo. “It’s Cassian. Lorenzo, draft an email to all the packs in the Southern Regions. We need to convene tomorrow evening. Every Alpha from my packs must be present. This is non-negotiable—failure to comply will result in consequences for defying the King.”

My tone was unyielding, resolute. I had reached my limit with the Northern Region. Their reckless behavior had crossed a line that could not be ignored.

I knocked on the door before stepping inside, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight before me. Roana stood upright, her back pressed against the wall, exuding an unexpected confidence. It struck me as almost miraculous to see her standing so strong. I had always believed that only Lycans possessed such remarkable healing abilities, yet here she was, defying my expectations.

“Hi,” she greeted softly, raising her hand in a delicate wave. A faint smile graced her lips, but I could see the subtle tremor that betrayed her composure.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, though my gaze was already sweeping the room. Something felt amiss. My brows knitted together, and I inhaled deeply, attempting to steady my racing thoughts.

“Good,” she replied quietly, but her eyes widened as they caught my expression. “Is everything alright?”

“Something feels off in this room. Your scent is tainted by another presence.” My irritation seeped into my voice, despite my efforts to suppress it.

Her breath caught slightly, and she exhaled sharply before taking cautious steps toward her bed. I instinctively moved closer, ready to catch her if she stumbled. But she steadied herself, leaning over to retrieve something from the corner of her bed.

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