All Chapters of Claimed by the Lycan Beast: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I squinted at the blinding sun peeking through the curtains as I slowly rose from the bed. The floor felt cold under my feet as I stood. I turned around and grimaced when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. With my hair hanging off my head and my red eyes looking empty, I looked sick. It wasn’t anything new. I never looked good after waking and appearance was the least thing I was bothered with. I had better things to occupy my mind with instead of pondering on my looks. If anyone cared to ask, I would say I looked just like my nightmares. No one who is forced to replay the worst event of his life could ever look good after waking. Rubbing my neck, I tried to free my troubled mind of Amy’s dying image. Groaning out loud when the images still persisted, I took off my clothes. Flinging them to the floor, I reached into my closet for a different outfit. My hand found my forehead when my thoughts drove straight to her. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help but remember Star

Farrell's POV After eating as much of the tasteless breakfast as I could I buried myself into my work. Occupying myself with paperwork was much better than having to suffer in the darkness of my mind. I turned the pages in a file, pausing once in a while to be sure what they each contained. Then my movement stopped as I focused on a paper. It was a petition and had been brought to my table yesterday. I read through the lines and frowned at the words written within. He wanted me to spare a few weak slaves. Those who were injured until they were strong enough to stand in battle so we don't waste useful slaves. They were wastes already and if he couldn't see that then there was a serious problem. Rising from my seat, I grabbed the paper as I walked out of my office. "Raphael!" My voice thundered as I entered the training grounds where I knew the warrior head would be. "Raphael!" I yelled with my alpha force, pulling the attention of men, women and wolves, some of which began to s

 Archer's POV After Maa spoke to me I decided not to neglect my duty as beta to Farrell and to remember how much help I will not only be doing my brother but also my pack if I could make him see his mistake   So I went about my day as normal but Farrell had caused some changes that were annoying. I couldn't reverse some things like the slaves that were already killed and it pissed me off.    We needed to handle the pack with wisdom. How could he make such serious decisions alone? Didn't he remember the importance of this slaves? If he kills off all of them then our men would have to stand the dangerous life threatening gaps that tend to occur during clashes with other packs.    We could train the strong slaves and

I send for the sex slave who had been pleasuring me all night since I started seeing Star. She smiles, sashaying her curved hips as she walks into my room that she had quickly gotten familiar with. She was the most submissive woman I had ever encountered. Her eyes were a beautiful grey but it looked inferior whenever I compared it with Star's startling blue eyes. "Sit." I commanded and she immediately did so with a smile. "I have missed your touch alpha Farrell." Her voice was silky and seductive but I felt myself getting annoyed instead of pleased. "How dare you address me by my name?!" I growled at her. Her luscious body shivered at my tone and she fell on her knees. "You damned slave! I told you to fucking sit!" "F... forgive me alpha I forgot." Her eyes glanced at the floor but her body posture told me she wasn't at all remorseful as her cleavages were more exposed in the position she took. "You have been a very disobedient slave. You deserve to be taught a lesson."

Star's POVMy legs were still a bit wobbly as I walked over to the bathroom. I hadn't taken a bath after what happened earlier on. My entire body ached but a part of me still anticipated the Lycan alpha coming again to use me and fuck me senseless once again.  I took of the loose dress I had worn on my way to the bathroom. Shame pooled along with me like a dancing shadow. I hated this. I didn't want to give in. I didn't want to be used so brutally by him, yet I had enjoyed it. I had loved every bit of it. I had enjoyed his hard thrusts and had barely held myself from urging him to move faster, harder.  I was his slut and i was willing to be ruined by him. I hated how he choked me yet my body reacted the opposite way. My