All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ROLANI’ve been awake for hours, but it feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity. Everything about Mara catches my attention. The way she thinks, how she holds herself, her sharp mind that cuts through every issue with ease—it’s… refreshing. When I’m around her, I see things from angles I never considered before. Leadership isn’t just about power or influence. It’s about vision, about knowing what needs to be done before anyone else sees it. And Mara? She’s got that in spades. Tonight, as I pull her into a conversation about the slave trade issue, I try not to come across as too eager. But hell, I’m *beyond* eager to hear what she thinks. We’ve just gotten home from the mess of a day we’ve had. Showered, eaten—chicken and vegetables, basic but satisfying. But now, this. This discussion of things bigger than us, things that have plagued my people for years, and I need her input. The room is quiet except for the occasional rustle of sheets of my bed which I’m lying on.I glance o

BRAXTONThe room is lit by bulbs and the big chandelier in the middle of the room, the atmosphere is filled with the scent of burnt tobacco and bitter herbs which my wife cooks every evening to purify the air.Lennox stands before me, his nervous energy almost palpable as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. I lean back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. His news is both expected and inconvenient, but I keep my face impassive, waiting for him to finish.“You’re sure it was them, Lennox?” I ask, my voice low, steady. He nods, his eyes shifting around the room as if looking for an escape. “Yes, Braxton. It was them. I followed Mara and Rolan to the rogue hideout. They’re planning something big, and it’s clear—they’re aiming to take down the slave trade. I’ve never seen them so... committed. She’s leading him straight to it.”I already knew this. Still, hearing it from him feels like a sharp jab to the gut. Mara, the woman who’s been at the center of my

BRAXTONI stand at the window, my gaze focused on the dark expanse of the forest beyond the walls of the manor. Every rustle of the leaves, every distant crack of a branch snapping under the weight of the night, feels like a ticking clock counting down to the chaos I’ve just set in motion. It’s time. Time to put an end to this little game Mara and Rolan have been playing. They think they’re the saviour, that they can hide behind their naïve sense of justice. But they have no idea what’s coming.I grab the glass of whiskey on the table beside me, my fingers wrapping around the cool glass with deliberate slowness. I bring it to my lips, the amber liquid burning a path down my throat. The fire is a welcome distraction from the cold, calculating thoughts swirling in my mind.I’ve been patient. Far too patient. Now, I’m done waiting.I pick up the phone, dialing the number of my most trusted allies. The line rings once, twice, and then a voice breaks through.“Braxton,” the voice growls

MARAThe soldier’s gunfire breaks the stillness like thunder, and my breath catches in my throat. The blinding flash of the shot seems to freeze time. The sound rings in my ears, reverberating through my bones. I don’t even see the bullet—only the grim certainty in the soldier’s eyes. Rolan. My mate.My heart stutters in my chest. He’s right in the line of fire. Before I can even react, I do what anyone would do—I close my eyes. I don't know if it's a prayer or a plea, but I beg the Moon Goddess. “Please. Just... give us a chance. Please don't take him from me. I don’t know if I can do this without him.”The seconds stretch, longer than they have any right to. My whole body is trembling. I don’t even know if I’ve breathed yet. I don’t know if it’s even possible to breathe in a moment like this. But then, just when it seems like everything is about to shatter, I open my eyes.And the first thing I see is smoke.But it's not from the soldier's gun.We’re no longer in the same pla

MARAThe walk had been long, but not nearly as exhausting as the silence that accompanied it. With Isolde gone back to Steelpaw and Zander heading to Ashclaw to tend to his mate in labor, it was just the three of us now—Rolan, Elowen, and me. I hadn’t realized how much Zander had filled the gaps of silence with his presence until he wasn’t there anymore. The walk felt... longer. The road stretched ahead like an endless expanse, and my feet began to ache, but it wasn’t just my body that was tired. It was everything.I pushed the discomfort out of my mind and focused on the steady rhythm of our footsteps. Rolan’s long strides were ahead, as usual, but Elowen, her steps are slower and more deliberate. She stayed close to me, as if she knew the heaviness of the air around us.“You okay, Mara?” Elowen’s voice was gentle like a steady anchor in the chaos of my thoughts.I didn’t answer immediately. How could I? “Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. The truth was,