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Chapter 41: Touch me
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ROLANI watch as the rogue wolves huddle in the distance, their eyes wide with fear, a tinge of panic in the air. It's obvious—my scent, the scent of the royal Lycan blood, must've hit them. The same scent they associate with the secret slave camp. But then, something changes. Mara steps forward, and it's as if the tension in the air loosens. They stop pacing, the fear recedes, and a collective sigh seems to pass through the group. The same group that had once fled, running from horrors I can’t even imagine. Now they’re staring at her, some with uncertainty, others with a light in their eyes like a long-lost friend returning."You should’ve seen the way they froze at first," Mara whispers to me, her voice low but with that knowing smile she wears when she knows she has power over the situation. "But they trust me, Rolan."I glance at her, still trying to grasp everything. It’s odd, seeing her like this, the calm amongst these wolves who were so afraid of me just moments ago.One by
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BRAXTONI stand at the window, my gaze focused on the dark expanse of the forest beyond the walls of the manor. Every rustle of the leaves, every distant crack of a branch snapping under the weight of the night, feels like a ticking clock counting down to the chaos I’ve just set in motion. It’s time. Time to put an end to this little game Mara and Rolan have been playing. They think they’re the saviour, that they can hide behind their naïve sense of justice. But they have no idea what’s coming.I grab the glass of whiskey on the table beside me, my fingers wrapping around the cool glass with deliberate slowness. I bring it to my lips, the amber liquid burning a path down my throat. The fire is a welcome distraction from the cold, calculating thoughts swirling in my mind.I’ve been patient. Far too patient. Now, I’m done waiting.I pick up the phone, dialing the number of my most trusted allies. The line rings once, twice, and then a voice breaks through.“Braxton,” the voice growls
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ROLANIt’s been a damn 18 hours. Eighteen long, grueling hours of bone-shaking bumps, car creaks, and the endless hum of the road. The kind of silence that presses on you until you can hear your own heartbeat loud enough to feel the throb in your teeth. I shift the car’s gear to park, the engine sputtering as the wheels stop in front of Steelpaw Cave. We’ve arrived. My legs feel like they’ve forgotten how to move as I drag myself out of the car, nearly tripping over my own feet. Zander’s already at the rear of the vehicle, unloading the bags. “It’s just up ahead, Rolan,” he says, without looking up. “You’re quiet.”“Quiet’s good for now,” I mutter, shoving the bag I’m carrying over my shoulder. “We don’t need anyone knowing we’re here.”Steelpaw Cave. A place we never thought we’d have to hide in. A cave of echoes, of betrayal. Isolde was supposed to meet us here. Thinking the Rogues will be waiting for supplies, supplies that would keep them breathing another day. But now, I’m
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MARAThe soldier’s gunfire breaks the stillness like thunder, and my breath catches in my throat. The blinding flash of the shot seems to freeze time. The sound rings in my ears, reverberating through my bones. I don’t even see the bullet—only the grim certainty in the soldier’s eyes. Rolan. My mate.My heart stutters in my chest. He’s right in the line of fire. Before I can even react, I do what anyone would do—I close my eyes. I don't know if it's a prayer or a plea, but I beg the Moon Goddess. “Please. Just... give us a chance. Please don't take him from me. I don’t know if I can do this without him.”The seconds stretch, longer than they have any right to. My whole body is trembling. I don’t even know if I’ve breathed yet. I don’t know if it’s even possible to breathe in a moment like this. But then, just when it seems like everything is about to shatter, I open my eyes.And the first thing I see is smoke.But it's not from the soldier's gun.We’re no longer in the same pla
Last Updated : 2025-02-21CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 48: Isolde
MARAIsolde pauses before speaking, giving herself a moment to take in the faces before her, each of us a stranger and yet, in some strange way, connected. The air feels a little thinner as she studies us all. Her eyes flick from one to the other, measuring us with quiet calculation. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and careful."You all don’t look like the rogues I remember," she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Rolan steps forward, his posture commanding, but his tone softer than usual. “I am Rolan, Lycan King of Ashclaw Pack.”“We are here for your assistance on knowing more about the alleged slave trade going on here.”“I’m Mara, Princess of Ravencrest,” I say, my voice steady, though inside, my pulse quickens with the weight of the introduction.“And I’m Zander, Rolan’s beta,” he adds, a bit of a half-smile on his face, trying to ease the tension, though I doubt it’s working.Isolde nods, absorbing the titl
Last Updated : 2025-02-22CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 49: Axel again?
MARAThe walk had been long, but not nearly as exhausting as the silence that accompanied it. With Isolde gone back to Steelpaw and Zander heading to Ashclaw to tend to his mate in labor, it was just the three of us now—Rolan, Elowen, and me. I hadn’t realized how much Zander had filled the gaps of silence with his presence until he wasn’t there anymore. The walk felt... longer. The road stretched ahead like an endless expanse, and my feet began to ache, but it wasn’t just my body that was tired. It was everything.I pushed the discomfort out of my mind and focused on the steady rhythm of our footsteps. Rolan’s long strides were ahead, as usual, but Elowen, her steps are slower and more deliberate. She stayed close to me, as if she knew the heaviness of the air around us.“You okay, Mara?” Elowen’s voice was gentle like a steady anchor in the chaos of my thoughts.I didn’t answer immediately. How could I? “Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. The truth was,
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MARAIsolde pauses before speaking, giving herself a moment to take in the faces before her, each of us a stranger and yet, in some strange way, connected. The air feels a little thinner as she studies us all. Her eyes flick from one to the other, measuring us with quiet calculation. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and careful."You all don’t look like the rogues I remember," she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Rolan steps forward, his posture commanding, but his tone softer than usual. “I am Rolan, Lycan King of Ashclaw Pack.”“We are here for your assistance on knowing more about the alleged slave trade going on here.”“I’m Mara, Princess of Ravencrest,” I say, my voice steady, though inside, my pulse quickens with the weight of the introduction.“And I’m Zander, Rolan’s beta,” he adds, a bit of a half-smile on his face, trying to ease the tension, though I doubt it’s working.Isolde nods, absorbing the titl
CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 47: Moon goddess
MARAThe soldier’s gunfire breaks the stillness like thunder, and my breath catches in my throat. The blinding flash of the shot seems to freeze time. The sound rings in my ears, reverberating through my bones. I don’t even see the bullet—only the grim certainty in the soldier’s eyes. Rolan. My mate.My heart stutters in my chest. He’s right in the line of fire. Before I can even react, I do what anyone would do—I close my eyes. I don't know if it's a prayer or a plea, but I beg the Moon Goddess. “Please. Just... give us a chance. Please don't take him from me. I don’t know if I can do this without him.”The seconds stretch, longer than they have any right to. My whole body is trembling. I don’t even know if I’ve breathed yet. I don’t know if it’s even possible to breathe in a moment like this. But then, just when it seems like everything is about to shatter, I open my eyes.And the first thing I see is smoke.But it's not from the soldier's gun.We’re no longer in the same pla
CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 46: Steelpaw Cave
ROLANIt’s been a damn 18 hours. Eighteen long, grueling hours of bone-shaking bumps, car creaks, and the endless hum of the road. The kind of silence that presses on you until you can hear your own heartbeat loud enough to feel the throb in your teeth. I shift the car’s gear to park, the engine sputtering as the wheels stop in front of Steelpaw Cave. We’ve arrived. My legs feel like they’ve forgotten how to move as I drag myself out of the car, nearly tripping over my own feet. Zander’s already at the rear of the vehicle, unloading the bags. “It’s just up ahead, Rolan,” he says, without looking up. “You’re quiet.”“Quiet’s good for now,” I mutter, shoving the bag I’m carrying over my shoulder. “We don’t need anyone knowing we’re here.”Steelpaw Cave. A place we never thought we’d have to hide in. A cave of echoes, of betrayal. Isolde was supposed to meet us here. Thinking the Rogues will be waiting for supplies, supplies that would keep them breathing another day. But now, I’m
CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 45: Pregnant
BRAXTONI stand at the window, my gaze focused on the dark expanse of the forest beyond the walls of the manor. Every rustle of the leaves, every distant crack of a branch snapping under the weight of the night, feels like a ticking clock counting down to the chaos I’ve just set in motion. It’s time. Time to put an end to this little game Mara and Rolan have been playing. They think they’re the saviour, that they can hide behind their naïve sense of justice. But they have no idea what’s coming.I grab the glass of whiskey on the table beside me, my fingers wrapping around the cool glass with deliberate slowness. I bring it to my lips, the amber liquid burning a path down my throat. The fire is a welcome distraction from the cold, calculating thoughts swirling in my mind.I’ve been patient. Far too patient. Now, I’m done waiting.I pick up the phone, dialing the number of my most trusted allies. The line rings once, twice, and then a voice breaks through.“Braxton,” the voice growls
CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 44: Elowen
MARALong shadows are formed over the hideout by the moon's golden light as it falls overhead. The crackling of a neighboring fire is the only sound to break the still nighttime hum outside where Rolan and I are seated. There is a slight earthy and woodsmoke fragrance in the air. This place is odd—so vibrant, yet so different from all I'm used to. It’s already late, and the refugees around us are settling in for the night. Elowen, Rolan and I are packing our belongings and getting ready for tomorrow’s journey.Elowen, the one who’s been guiding us through this strange world, has promised to take us to the place where Isolde meets with them.“She comes every Wednesday to give out provisions—food, water, anything that can help us survive another week.”“Tomorrow’s Wednesday, and the meeting is just around the corner.”Rolan and I are staying here tonight, among the rogue wolves. We don’t have much choice if we want to get to Isolde. The road ahead will be difficult, but we need to g
CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 43: Menace
BRAXTONThe room is lit by bulbs and the big chandelier in the middle of the room, the atmosphere is filled with the scent of burnt tobacco and bitter herbs which my wife cooks every evening to purify the air.Lennox stands before me, his nervous energy almost palpable as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. I lean back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. His news is both expected and inconvenient, but I keep my face impassive, waiting for him to finish.“You’re sure it was them, Lennox?” I ask, my voice low, steady. He nods, his eyes shifting around the room as if looking for an escape. “Yes, Braxton. It was them. I followed Mara and Rolan to the rogue hideout. They’re planning something big, and it’s clear—they’re aiming to take down the slave trade. I’ve never seen them so... committed. She’s leading him straight to it.”I already knew this. Still, hearing it from him feels like a sharp jab to the gut. Mara, the woman who’s been at the center of my
CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 42: Rogue
ROLANI watch as the rogue wolves huddle in the distance, their eyes wide with fear, a tinge of panic in the air. It's obvious—my scent, the scent of the royal Lycan blood, must've hit them. The same scent they associate with the secret slave camp. But then, something changes. Mara steps forward, and it's as if the tension in the air loosens. They stop pacing, the fear recedes, and a collective sigh seems to pass through the group. The same group that had once fled, running from horrors I can’t even imagine. Now they’re staring at her, some with uncertainty, others with a light in their eyes like a long-lost friend returning."You should’ve seen the way they froze at first," Mara whispers to me, her voice low but with that knowing smile she wears when she knows she has power over the situation. "But they trust me, Rolan."I glance at her, still trying to grasp everything. It’s odd, seeing her like this, the calm amongst these wolves who were so afraid of me just moments ago.One by
CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST Chapter 41: Touch me
ROLANI’ve been awake for hours, but it feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity. Everything about Mara catches my attention. The way she thinks, how she holds herself, her sharp mind that cuts through every issue with ease—it’s… refreshing. When I’m around her, I see things from angles I never considered before. Leadership isn’t just about power or influence. It’s about vision, about knowing what needs to be done before anyone else sees it. And Mara? She’s got that in spades. Tonight, as I pull her into a conversation about the slave trade issue, I try not to come across as too eager. But hell, I’m *beyond* eager to hear what she thinks. We’ve just gotten home from the mess of a day we’ve had. Showered, eaten—chicken and vegetables, basic but satisfying. But now, this. This discussion of things bigger than us, things that have plagued my people for years, and I need her input. The room is quiet except for the occasional rustle of sheets of my bed which I’m lying on.I glance o
