All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY SWEET LYCAN BEAST: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

NARRATORRolan was already hoisting Mara's body into his arms and holding her like a priceless gem while Isolde was still gasping for air from the trip. He moved slowly and deliberately. As was to be expected, he carried her this time.Isolde's steps on the earth were soft as she followed Rolan closely behind him. They arrived at Sage's home's entrance, which appeared to be a stone building partially obscured by dense vines and the surrounding tall trees. Lavender and something more profound, like ancient magic, filled the air. The chamber was weakly lit by lamps and candles that flickered in the otherwise dark and cold cave. Strange markings decorated the walls, and old manuscripts littered the place. The room was illuminated by an amber glow from a fire that burnt softly in the middle.Rolan had never seen a bed like the one in the far corner; it was a big, elevated platform with thick cushions and black silks covering it. Objects of the old world, magical stones, bundles of dried h

NARRATORHis throat constricted as he swallowed forcefully. His entire body shouted in defiance of the world around him. She had left. Nevertheless, her face was a picture of tranquillity, unaffected by the deterioration that had seized the rest of her body.Sage, as steady and soothing as always, stepped in slowly as he stood there. The healer's eyes grew softer as he saw Mara, her face still bearing the subtle traces of her spirit, her body now completely lost to life's natural processes. With a long, perceptive gaze that seemed to convey more than words could, Sage looked at Rolan.Sage said, "Rolan," in a soft, quiet voice that seemed to avoid upsetting the moment's sanctity. Even though she was unable to be with us completely, she battled valiantly for a long time. Even when her body faltered, her strength and spirit never wavered.Unable to think of anything to say, Rolan just nodded. Every breath hurt in his chest.With his hands resting softly on the bed's edge, Sage approache

NARRATORTarice, always stable, stretched out to steady Maren as she changed back, his eyes flitting from Rolan to the ritual setup, his expression full of concern and fascination.Maren's werewolf pregnancy was developing much more quickly than any human pregnancy, as seen by the roundness of her belly. Maren appeared as if she could give birth at any moment, even though it had only been three weeks since they had arrived in Emberstone.Rolan's perplexity increased. What was the whole thing? He had entered what? What did Isolde actually do?The only sound in the room was the gentle rustle of clothes as the three individuals surrounding him absorbed the scene. The incense, the smell of herbs, and the odd, lingering magic that pervaded the coven filled the air. Rolan was caught between the known and the unknown.His voice was raspy with anxiety as he screamed, "Can someone….Explain whatever is going on to me now for me!"With his naked chest and strong muscles, Valdis exuded a commandi

NARRATORWith her brain reeling from the surge of unadulterated energy, Isolde clinched her teeth. She was unable to stop, though. Not right now. Not when Mara's soul was on the verge of vanishing.Valdis's calm, icy voice broke through the confusion. His keen eyes never left the picture playing out in front of them as he remarked, "It's not enough.""Kael's blood is necessary for Mara's body. Although the bite she received is inside of her, it is insufficient to completely awaken her. It must be brand-new. We require more.Rolan's fists clenched at his sides as his face contorted in rage. Do you want us to find Kael *right away*? In the midst of this? His voice was harsh, full of incredulity and rage.Unfazed, Valdis looked into Rolan's eyes. It's the sole option. Without it, her soul cannot return.It was as if the room held its breath. What they were requesting, what Rolan needed to do, weighed heavily. Low in his throat, Rolan gave a gruff, irritated growl.Nyx, his wolf, was scra

NARRATORMara moved, bringing herself gently to her feet. She moved rigidly, as if her body was still attempting to process what she was thinking.She glanced around the room, stopping at every face. Valdis, Isolde, and Rolan. Even though they were all present, her gaze remained confused. She seemed to be trying to interpret what she was seeing by blinking.Her fingers brushed the steady beat of her heart as she stroked her chest. It was authentic. It seems.... "alive" Her words was hardly audible above a whisper as she scowled. "How long was I gone?"Mara's eyes briefly lingered on Valdis and Elowen's parents before darting to the other people in the room. Even while it didn't stop the weird sensation churning inside her, something about seeing them alive grounded her somewhat because they had survived the chaos at the Blackfang hideout.The hush was broken by Valdis, whose steady voice carried the weight of unspoken words. He said, "We’ve met before," as he observed her with a knowi