All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Claim: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

These two men aren’t really just his allies, but because of the times they shared together, the three of them grew to be friends. He couldn’t deny it, could he? The treatment these two have for him aren’t just utter respect but also mutual care. Growing up, he didn’t have any longtime friends. Those who have the same age as him calls him “my king” as the moon goddess prophesized him to be that. He’s nothing to them but a royalty, making friends a strange concept to him. So this is what it feels like, he thought. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to bring the baby to the bathroom.” – Damon said and left the two men in the room. The last time he checked, Norton was puffing the pillows one by one. Damon got out to see Harper sitting on the edge of the ouch, breastfeeding their baby. The slight sight of her nudity made him look away. It doesn’t feel right to be caught staring at her bare breasts. “Sorry… I thought it’s time for his bath.” – he said, looking at the window panes instead“La

The Great Alpha sat on one of the couches, his eyes focused and unblinking from the fireplace. The cold has settled outside on an early morning, and he was sipping his hot cocoa drink to deal with it. The fire danced like humans being burned to death, the coal turned into embers glowing with specks of flame. The warmth it caused him and the hot liquid trickling down his throat was a sensation he needed to think: now that his two sons have been driven further away from each other, what should he do?His disappointment on Damon’s decision to turn away from him has been occupying a large portion of his mind. It’s a manifestation that he never knew him, or any of his sons. It was too quick for Damon to choose Harper over him, love over his duties. He couldn’t understand it. After all, how would he?“Great Alpha, may I speak with you?”An angelic voice stopped him from thinking. He turned his head a little to the right and had a glimpse of a ling red dress with sparkly hems. There’s only

Of all the full moons, this one’s the brightest and the biggest.It’s like an optical illusion. The moon looked three times bigger than its usual size now. An event fit for the celebration. As Alora looked at it, she couldn’t help but admire its splendor of beauty. It was staring back at them, like the moon goddess has given them their blessing.“What a lovely night, huh?” – Alpha Draco noticed it too. He stood next to his soon-to-be daughter in law. For the occasion, he wore the Alpha crown made of wolf bones. He also wore a brown tunic with black and white gems on its hems, a last-minute specialized order to symbolize the unification of the black and white clans. He appeared magnificent and looked superior, which he is. “It is, Great Alpha. I believe the moon goddess is smiling down on us right now.” – Alora said, raising her hand to the moon and closing one of her eyes, as if touching it. The Great Alpha looked at her with a poker face. He didn’t understand what she was doing.

Days went by and Alora’s episodes on having random flashes of memory on her mind got into a frequent basis. It happens every now and then, with more and more terrifying memories to choose from. The witch hasn’t left her side from the first day Brayden introduced the two of them. The witch was named Jona and she’s as old as Grandma Laura before she died. Her way of healing and checking up on Alora’s condition was traditional. She uses leaves from old trees, herbs and spices from different areas of the world, still stuck on a small resealable tube. It was placed on the cabinets, right atop each of the hanging boards. For the last days, what the witch has given them as an answer has been nothing but broad and vague. What they knew is that this is still because of that curse Harper has imputed on her before. Only this time, it got worse. It has deeply rooted into her mind and memories. The witch also said it isn’t the end status of it yet. It could be worse… and time is ticking for it t

Damon and his two minions rode the bus and chose the seats at the rear. It was a long-cushioned seat, enough for the three of them to occupy. It also left them enough room for their bags. Each only brought one backpack with their clothing. None else. Their sanity, yes, if that counts. While the bus was traveling, the only thing Damon could think about was this Marion Grey. Harper was right, the name hasn’t surfaced in the wolf world before. The letter was the first evidence of its or his existence. Even in the history books, they were devoid of any proof about the mentioned pack. If they’re knew, that would be understandable… but with the scarcity of wolf lives now, does new packs still evolve? For years, Damon was sure they were the only existent packs. The black and the white wolves of Red Blood Pack. Or maybe they were hidden all these years. That could be a reason. For fear or prosecution by humans. Or for any other reasons Damon does not know. His two colleagues were not bot