All Chapters of The Wolf's Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Oliver's P.O.V. The entire time Lana was in the kitchen, she was watching me. Every few seconds, she would look up and find me with her beautiful pale green eyes narrowed at me. When the sun came in through the window, they almost appeared to be baby blue, taking my breath away. She was stunning. It was the glare she would send my way like she was waiting for me to attack one of them, that made me feel worried. I knew that trying to hide everything last night would mess with her head, but I also wasn't ready to tell her the truth. The probability of her shooting me was very high with how on edge she was. That was not something that I wanted to go through. As much as it pained me to say it, watching her move around the kitchen was torture. I kept picturing how her towel had fallen off two nights ago, and the way she confidently walked around naked as she dried her hair. It was imprinted in my brain as one of the best nights of my life. Maddie let out a groan as her mother placed a

Oliver's P.O.V My heart broke when I witnessed that rogue tear run down Lana's perfect cheek. She didn't deserve this, any of it. I would give her time to process this, just not too long. Then I would be right back at her doorstep, as a fully clothed human, to explain. In the meantime, there were several things I needed to do. The first was to take care of the bodies from last night. I had pulled them away from the house with what energy I could muster, but I was too weak to do anything more than drag them until I had healed more. Their stink was rapidly growing, and each time the wind blew, the smell of their corpses would pollute the air around my mate's home. My nails broke the ground as I dug as quickly as I could, needing to get deep enough that their bodies wouldn't be found if another rainstorm would hit. The last thing Lana needed was a bunch of people swarming around her house and questioning her if someone stumbled upon a pile of naked humans who had been mauled to death

Oliver's P.O.V. I was in agony. Every time I walked away from that house, and could no longer hear or see my girls, I felt like my heart was being ripped out and left behind. But it pushed me. It helped to motivate me to return home sooner. It had been a week of watching them from a distance. A week of suffering. Yet, I honored Lana's choice and kept my distance while also keeping busy. Each day there would be a new rogue scent near the house, and I did everything possible to get rid of them. When they weren't breaking any rules by being on no man's land, they were also extremely hostile. I had tried countless times to just speak to them, to get answers. It wasn't normal for so many rogues to be in one area, and their numbers were growing by the day. Rogues usually had a wild and territorial side that didn't like other wolves, even other rogues near them. Once a wolf went fully rogue, whether by choice or from banishment, its animal would start to take over. Even if they chose t

Lana's P.O.V. He stood frozen as I stormed at him, his body turned toward the forest like he was ready to make a break for it. "Don't you dare! I want answers now." I snapped, my breathing heavy as I approached him, stopping only a few feet away. "I had asked you to leave. Why are you still here, and what the hell are you?" The soft whisper in my mind was repeating itself, 'Please, say a figment of my imagination. Please, say a figment of my imagination.' His body began to shake as the sound of popping and cracking filled the tense silence. Within a few seconds, it was over. The literal man of my dreams stood before me as bare as the day he was born, with his hands raised in a gesture to show he wasn't a threat. Even if he was, I had no way to protect myself. I just stormed out into unknown dangers blindly driven by my anger. His mouth opened and closed several times as he stared at me, looking me over with a careful gaze. I could practically feel where his eyes traveled like t

Oliver's P.O.V. Having her so close and not being able to touch her was torture. All evening she made a point of avoiding any physical contact with me. It almost made me want to go back to the way things were before she knew the truth. A week ago, she would run her fingers through my fur or pat my head as she walked by. Now, there was an invisible barrier surrounding me, and she made a point to stay at least three feet away at all times. It was an impressive feat, given the limited amount of space in the house. When she was cooking dinner, I couldn't help myself any longer after not having contact with her for so long and rubbed my head and shoulder against the back of her leg, making her jump. She sent me a glare to knock it off, and I tried not to laugh, letting out a choking, snort sound until she turned and set down a dog bowl of food, sending me a smirk with a sarcastic, 'good doggie'. This resulted in a lot of attention and love