All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Claim: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

With a tissue paper, Harper wiped the edges of the glass where the lip mark of Brayden was left. It was a simple potion really, one that she learned from the books and saw the witches brew in person. Upon wiping the mark on the edge of the glass, she folded the tissue paper and placed it on the side. Now, the brewing part. She only needed a small burner and a clay pot. Upon getting them from the potion room, she locked the door of her room. This has to be brewed for 12 hours so if she needs it tomorrow, she should start brewing it today. She dropped the tissue paper at the bottom of the clay pot and ignited the burner. A half cup of water, half cup of the special incense the witches do themselves. Once it brewed, she poured the purplish liquid. She emptied the vial. Perfect.A little grin crossed her face as she did that. The swirling of colors on the pot, together with the unending dances of smoke. In her mind, she was imagining what would come of it: their stupid combat games to

The anticipation was killing her. She knows it happening. Harper’s wristwatch tells her it has been 12 minutes since Brayden has drowned the liquid down his throat. She didn’t even blink once, keeping her eyes on him. Every twitch of a muscle, every grimace.Brayden placed his left hand on Asher’s right for support. The latter didn’t notice it as he was giving his last-minute instructions to the combaters. Damon was listening intently. Or so she thought. For the first time in a long time, Damon was thinking on whether he could win this match or not. Unlike the past occurrences, this one’s the finale. All the others won’t matter if he loses this one. “… and when you hear the bell, that’s the signal that the combat is over. Neither of you is allowed to move a muscle by then.” – finished AsherNo more words were left unspoken. The crowd was giddy and excited of what’s about to happen. Harper scanned the crowd for any sign of the other two girls whom she refers to as outsiders. Right t

Brayden woke up with a sore all over his body. Everywhere hurts when slightly touched. His arm, legs, chest, shoulders and shins were aching at the very sign of every press. Alora was beside him as he woke up, holding his hand. When he realized this, he snatched his hand away, making the woman jump. “Alpha, you’re awake!” – Alora said, blushing. She was caught in the act.“I am… what do you think you’re doing?” – Brayden frowned. By the looks of Alora’s dress, the day hasn’t ended it. It was still the same day as the combat games. “Making sure you’re okay. That combat didn’t look good on you.”Alora reached for Brayden’s hand. She knows what she’s doing here. Right after the combat, Harper was no longer his. She now belongs to the Lycan king. Because of that information, that meant the alpha has no mate once again. A door that just opened for Alora to sneak in. Who else would he choose anyway? Harper’s now out of the picture. After all, surely she’s the next person in rank to be

“What did you say?”Harper heard it, with all its might. Every word, every inflection, every shaking of Damon’s voice. She heard it. VERILY.“I said I love you, my queen. You’re the only mate that matters. You and Hector are my life.” – Damon said, finally letting loose of the words he kept within himself for too long. It’s like a gushing waterfall. Once it’s out, it keeps pouring. He can’t stop himself now. Harper saw his Adam’s apple move when he swallowed and looked down at her lips. Was he waiting for her to say something? An equivalent of what he just said? Is that why there’s silence between them now?“I… I don’t know what to say.” – Harper said, placing her hands down from his shoulders to her either side.“Do you love me?”The question hung in mid-air. Harper felt like she was stoned in her exact position. Like she was nailed so she couldn’t move. “What do you wish to hear, Damon?”“The truth. I can feel it… but I want to hear it from your own lips.”He can feel what? Does

Brayden nodded, knowing once it will be declared, it would be applicable forever. Yet, he knows there’s no one else available in store. Aside from Alora, the only person closest to being a mate would be Shahila Ruben. Even the thought of it was sickening. To him. To Shahila. Neither has ever talked nor considered that between them. He also knows Shahila has only one wolf in mind to be her mate. And that’ll never change. “Speaking of the- Hey, miss Alora!” – Alpha Draco said and waved to someone behind BraydenHe looked back instantly and saw Alora coming to their direction with an umbrella. It was drizzling. As Brayden looked at her, he imagined what would it be like to actually take her as a mate. Together, they would be fine… Not as invincible as having a Redmayne at his side but the option isn’t that bad. Alora’s a royal… her bloodline would be a good alliance. “Great Alpha… alpha Brayden.” – she greeted with a little bow and curtsy“Please sit down.” – Alpha Draco saidShe did.