Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 90

**Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma**
**Chapter 90**

Cassian,

Su Voucher

The moment my furious roar reverberated through the dank confines of the dungeon, a familiar scent wafted into my nostrils, stirring something deep within me. It was a fragrance that I cherished, one that was intertwined with memories of comfort and longing. My gaze shot toward the door, and there stood Lorenzo, a shadow of unease flickering across his face.

But it wasn’t him who captured my attention. No, it was Roana… She was there, standing beside Keane.

Their expressions were a mix of shock and fear, like startled deer caught in the harsh glare of headlights. They hadn’t anticipated my presence here, and I could sense the tension in the air thickening around us.

Without a conscious thought, my body propelled itself toward the door where Roana stood, her demeanor fraught with uncertainty. Was she worrying that I had overheard her little secret? But it was more than just that which made me narrow my eyes. Today, for the first time, I was seeing her through a different lens.

Normally, I was acutely aware of our mate-bond, the throbbing connection that tied us together, and the scent that lulled me into a peaceful sleep. But today, I noticed the delicate beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, the slight flush at the corner of her jaw—perhaps a result of an insect bite—and the way her fingers nervously clutched the hem of her dress. Her pale skin, illuminated by the faint light of the dungeon, seemed to blush under the warmth of the atmosphere, and then there were those lips.

Oh, those lips. They were the most exquisite sight, slightly parted as if ready to utter the words I longed to hear. I was captivated by the way they twisted in apprehension, the way her brows furrowed as she struggled to maintain composure, and those eyes… I could see my own reflection mirrored in their depths.

Every minute detail about her suddenly stood out, sharp and vivid. There was no hint of ugliness, no reason to harbor hate or disrespect for her. Only admiration and a profound sense of belonging washed over me.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a chaotic rhythm that echoed the moment an arrow strikes its target.

She had always been stunning, extraordinary, and undeniably… mine.

The very thought of her being mine sent a jolt through me, freezing me in place as I took in her figure once more. Her curves, her voice, the way she had whispered sweet nothings to me over the past three days—it was all overwhelming.

Yes, something felt different today. It was as if her presence was weakening my Lycan instincts, unraveling the very fabric of my being. I realized, with a mix of trepidation and excitement, that I was on the brink of doing something I had never dared to consider before.

I wanted to kiss her.

My hand instinctively reached out, fingers curling around the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. Those eyes were like a vast ocean, inviting and deep.

“Your Majesty?” Her voice was a soft murmur, like a secret shared under the cover of night. A blush crept across her cheeks as her gaze flicked between Keane and Lorenzo. She sensed the storm brewing within me, and she was right to be wary.

But I didn’t hesitate. My lips found hers, and in that moment, everything around us faded away, leaving only the two of us in our own world.

I was uncertain if this was love—such a new and foreign sensation for me. It was as if my heart had sprouted wings, beating louder and more wildly than ever before, driven mad by the sight of her standing there with another man.

“Your Majesty, everyone is—!” she tried to protest, her breaths coming in quick gasps.

My eyes glowed with a fierce light, a golden hue reminiscent of a sun melting into the horizon. Yet, beneath that brilliance lay a tempest, dark and turbulent, aimed directly at Keane, who stood frozen, uncomfortable, and clearly out of his depth.

He averted his gaze, his jaw clenched in frustration, but deep down, he understood the truth—he could never compete with me.

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