All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Claim: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Harper felt like her heart was getting out of her chest. With every move and breath she takes in, the tension inside the room grows like an unwelcome vine. “Don’t test me, Damon. Don’t test me.” – The Great Alpha said with clenched teeth“I’m not scared of you.” – answered DamonHarper held her king’s left forearm, trying to make him stop talking. She was fearing for the two of them, if she were to be honest. The look on Alpha Draco’s face was not a joke. It was a look to be feared, none he has ever seen him wear before. “Damon, please… let this go.” – she quietly said, just loud enough for Damon to hear. He only gave her one glance and then back to the Great Alpha. “I want you out of my camp. I need you and your son to vacate my territory and bring your wolves with you. Do that before the sun sets. Or else. You won’t know what’s coming for you.”A minute of silence…Two. Then the eerie silence was perturbed with heavy footsteps of the Great Alpha. He wasn’t looking at him this t

Asher’s shoulders and bare arms were sore from carrying the king. He hasn’t woken up to his senses yet. Asher’s shirt has been stained with the blood from the back of his head as well. Some areas or patches on his shirt has now dried, leaving a map-like shape because of the blood. Harper was walking behind Asher a few paces behind. She kept on checking on the king, alert for any sign of movement to believe he’s well. So far, no sign of any of those has happened yet. “Are you tired yet, my queen?” – Asher asked, panting“Not really. Are you?”“No. But we’ve been walking for half an hour now. Let’s have a quick break. Prince Hector may be hungry already.”Asher pointed on the small baby being carried by the wolf queen. He has been sucking on his thumb, an indication of hunger. Harper nodded, as his legs were hurting because of the walking as well.The two of them found a huge tree for shelter from the sun’s heat. Behind it were fallen logs. Half of these logs have been dug on the grou

Damon reached the camp with a striking and ringing sounds in his ears, echoing as he moves. There’s only one goal he has in his mind: to find the queen and bring her back. The sight around him was sickening. It’s already dusk, the remaining embers of the sun peaking at the sides of the faraway mountains, like the horizon was an entrance to a different world where the sun is being swallowed. The wolves have now lessened, as some were already dead, some were wounded. Those who were still anxious about their enemies were still not settled. They have chased, fought against and came after those who wronged them. Damon thought that the Great Alpha and the Black Alpha has ordered the soldiers to do this, or if not, they didn’t care if lives would be lost because of their selfish manifestations. Eyes here and there, only searching for one queen or wolf. He’s sure she’s gone to find the leaders of the pack. However, when Damon ran closer, he noticed something… someone.It was Shahila Ruben,

Alpha Draco watched as his eldest son struggled to drag the wolf queen from the stage. They’re both not in the greatest shape and everything they do is simply becoming thrice as hard with their current situation. Anthony stepped in to help and the soldiers let him, with the nod coming from Alpha Draco. He has to help his superiors, especially because he knows time’s running out. The queen has told him earlier that Prince Hector was being held by Asher at the middle of the woods, waiting for her. From the gaps on the wall and the roof, he can say the night hasn’t been young. That’s why he has to act fast. “Here, my king, let me help.” – he said, placing the queen’s other arm on his shoulder.“Thank you, Anthony… and you cannot call me that anymore. I’m not a king now. I’m only a common werewolf. You might as well get used to it.”A sad smile was Anthony’s reply. It hasn’t dawned on him yet. The realization that he’s no longer the king he grew to respect and obey. Perhaps it will nev

After some more walks and misdirection, the small group of four reached their destination. They sat at the side of the bench, right where the house in question was located. Harper took a deep breath, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. It was a habit, where she does the lip biting when she feels nervous. Not that it calms her nerves, it never does. However, it felt right. The temporary feeling of home she felt back in the past felt the same now. With trembling hands, she raised her knuckles to knock on the wooden door. Once, twice, three times in a row. She heard footsteps leading to the other side of the door. She alerted herself, knowing that there’s only one occupant in the house. Their hostess.Slowly, the door opened. Mrs. Keevah looked the same from the last time they talked. Aside from the additional hair accessory of a white headband, her face still gave the same kind aura, her smile still warm and most of all, her overall demeanor being the same.There was a look of su