All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Claim: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Harper woke up the next morning in an empty bed. Even Hector wasn’t with her.Her first thought was to scream, but given that Damon was not in the room as well, high are the chances that he has Hector. Perhaps they’re all in the main hall having breakfast and that she only overslept.Now that they have the Great Alpha in their premises, Harper feels safer to go out and thoughts of war are not in her system as of the moment. what she’s more concern now is the welfare of her child. That’s all she ever thinks about. About time.After folding the blanket and stacking the pillows together, she left the room, locking the door behind her. The sun gets past the window and the feeling of morning crept past Harper’s face. She felt the warmth on her face as it enveloped and comforted her. She thinks of the possible things she can still do for the day. Basically, everyone has been occupied of the war and the things that goes with it. They become more and more engaged with it that they forget tha

Harper expected something more than just being considered. To her, being considered on a decision meant the person didn’t like it in the first place, just shy to admit or say that it’s rejected.Hector cackled at the sight of his father. Damon approached his son and picked him up from Harper’s lap. Then, he excused himself and gone back to their rooms, leaving his half-eaten bread and empty mug of coffee on the table. “That went well?” – Anthony asked as Brayden resumed his seat “Stone, broken window, shouts. You get the picture.”Norton gasped at what Brayden said. Harper frowned, knowing that Damon would do nothing of the sort. If what Brayden said is true, it’s because of him, not of his older brother. It’s the only valid explanation for that. Nothing else.“You damaged Virgo’s property?” – Harper asked, eyes looking directly at Brayden“They deserve it.” - he answered“Just because Marion’s not letting us into the council doesn’t mean you have to do that.” – Asher said, the fir

Finally, Harper got Damon’s attention all to herself. Finally, she can ask him anything she would like to ask him. And this time, it’s not about the war or someone else anymore. This time, it’s about the two of them and the weight of their decisions.“I saw your reaction earlier. It’s like you’re not happy with my decision. You don’t approve of it, do you?”Harper didn’t even try to deny. Instead, she shook his head as a sign of honesty. “You really don’t, then.”“No, I don’t.”A slight pause interrupted their conversation and Harper didn’t say anything more. She only let the silenced stretched between the two of them. Over the table, with empty plates and cups on the flat surface, nothing to keep them distracted. “I kind of knew.”Damon said and looked at her eyes. He sensed no regret in them. He saw no sign of remorse. In them were questions. Quite the contrary of what he’s expected from her.“Great. You knew and still, you managed to do it perfectly. You didn’t stop. What now the

“Harper?”The she-wolf looked around to see where and who the voice belonged to. The illusion she just had in a form of a dream seemed surreal. It even felt realer than a memory. She opened her eyes and got up, looking around for the person who called her name above the chaos of her thoughts. It was a man, so it can any one of her friends. “Hey…. You okay?” The voice came from behind and upon the first touch on her shoulder, she jumped. It was Damon, frowning and looking at her up and down, checking for some more bruises. He found none.“I am okay… Please take me back inside, I’m cold.”The coldness wasn’t a literal one, though. The coldness she was feeling at the moment was one that’s not physical. It’s one that she cannot shake no matter how many times she tries. When Damon held her, she looked at the ring band on his finger. She can’t be mistaken, that’s the same ring on the illusion she saw in her head.“Let’s go. You feel cold too.”Harper wanted to ask him about the ring. If

Harper heard the conversation from inside. She was on the way out of the door when Brayden said those words. As much as she’s thankful for the thoughtful gesture of buying her some time, she’d like to talk to Damon as soon as possible. The drumming of her heart has to stop. How long can it be anyway? How many minutes will it take for her to be brave?She counted 1-10 and then she opened the door. Damon was walking away, but the creak of the door made him stop and turn. As he did, he saw her fidgeting with her fingers.“Hey… Brayden said you’re asleep. were we too noisy?” – Damon said as he approached herHarper shook her head.“No… Damon, can we talk?”Damon sensed that something is off with Harper. She invited him inside the door and he closed it behind them. Whatever this is, it’s private. She was walking to and fro, hugging herself. Damon sat at the edge of the bed, observing his mate. “Harper… go on, talk to me.”Harper looked at him… then looked away.“It’s not easy…”“Just say