All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Claim: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Damon, Harper, Asher and Norton were on the first row of seats at the side of the battle grounds. Finally, the boys knew how it felt to be the one watching, not the one doing the initiation rites. Their view was impressive, perfect even. From that angle, they could see the battle grounds from each corner. The lights, the stage, the area where Anthony will be fighting his way into the Virgo.“You’re saying all three of you surpassed this just to be a member?” – Harper asked. The show hasn’t started yet. The Virgo men is still cleaning the battle grounds and placing hurdles therein. Anthony cannot be found, but Marion said he’s in the private room being oriented of what to do and why does he need to do it. “Yes, we did. It’s a part of their tradition.” – Asher answeredDamon was quiet, his elbows were resting on both his knees, his hands intertwined and his face looking serious. He was thinking on what challenge will this be. Hopefully, it won’t be as hard as the ones they had. Obse

In the area where light springs forth, there is a green envelope with burnt edges. Anthony picked it up. It was warm. Perhaps the edges were consumed or intentionally placed to be kissed by fire. There was no seal so when it was opened, the long paper was folded twice. When it was completely opened, the letters were written in golden ink, in cursive. The message read:IN ORDER TO GAIN SOMETHING, YOU HAVE TO LEAVE A PIECE OF YOURSELF.Anthony frowned and looked at Marion onstage. He shook his head, hoping Marion would get that he meant he didn’t get the message. On what he is expected to do. The thing that is required of him must be embedded on that one sentence.For some reason, he cannot get the intent of the metaphor. Marion glanced at the clock. 4 minutes left and the challenge closes. Last four minutes of his one and only chance. Anthony sensed Marion won’t help him so he got back his attention to the message on the paper. He’s not a linguist, not a fan of literature as well.

Marion instructed some of his men to interfere with Harper’s and Eva’s verbal fight. After they were told, the two females were forced to stop and to go back to their own tables. Eva did, but Harper said she lost her appetite and chose to go back to their room instead.Damon, seeing this, gave Hector to Asher and followed his mate. He was worried of her. Whether this is a form of her adjustment or not, she is his responsibility. It is his duty to take care of her and correct her if needed. Inside the room, Harper crashed on the bed. She picked up a pillow and hugged it. There, she screamed. It turned out to be muffled. Damon entered the room just in time to see her muffled outburst and stood in front of her, both hands in his front pockets. “Are you done?” – he askedHarper realized he wasn’t alone in the room and looked up. She dropped the pillow on the floor. It was Damon who picked it up, dusted it and tossed it on the other side of the bed. “I hate it here, Damon. You cannot c

Brayden has been hurting in every move. He hates it that even the slightest movement equates to a straining pain. He cannot move freely, nor can he have the freedom to stand. “How long do I have to endure this, miss?” – he asked one of the witches who just entered the door“Until your flesh is fully healed, sir.”One of the nurses brought him food. He hasn’t seen what was happening outside of the room yet. Last night, he heard loud noises from the roundhouse, which he really wanted to check. However, the nurse was pretty clear with their instructions that he cannot get out of the room unless he’s fully healed. To emphasize that, a restricting spell was cast on him. Each time he tries to sit up from the bed, he immediately falls down flat in the mattress. “When will that be? this already feels like forever!” – Brayden shouted“Hopefully, it will be by tomorrow or the next day.” – the nurse with the food said. The older nurse only stood by the door as the younger one placed the food

Marion’s sons were both shy, obviously they haven’t talked much to anyone. The younger child, Jay, went back to the table to finish making the cocoa drink. Neil followed and Anthony occupied the vacant seat as motioned by Marion. “I like mine with milk.” – Neil said to his older brother. “Okay, then. Here, you add some.”Jay gave his younger brother the powdered milk. Marion was watching his sons and then, when he looked at his wristwatch, he looked like he realized he’s late for something.“Oh, shoot. I have to go to the roundhouse. Would you guys be okay here? Anthony, do you want to stay or would you come with me? I have a close-door meeting with Damon.”Secretly, this made Anthony happy. Just when he thought the option of appealing on Marion’s sons’ favor appears to be a dead end, a door opens for the opportunity. “I’ll stay here for a bit, dear Alpha. I have to finish the cocoa anyway. Don’t worry, I’ll leave as soon as I’m done.”Marion smiled.“No, I’d rather appreciate it i