All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONEAREOLA’S POV I had no idea that Davina and Trina were in a relationship, I would never do something to hurt Trina intentionally. I went to my room devastated, he was right, I had done more harm than good.“Not to side with you but Davina deserved it even if you were too harsh on her,” Moxilla consoled me and for the first time we were on the same page. I entered my room and found my kids playing on the bed.“Mummy,” They screamed running to my arms I swept them off their feet, kissing their cheeks all over again, I have missed them. “How are you, girls? Mummy missed you,” I chucked in their hair.“We missed you too, but that lady has been giving us company since you left,” Trina said, and I looked in the direction she was pointing to. It was Natalie, grinning and sitting on my dressing table. “Girls, I want you to go and meet Olivia, tell her mummy isn't around,” I commanded without breaking eye contact with Natalie. “But Mummy,” Tasha grumbled, as

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREERYAN’S POV After drinking the soup, Areola spilled all the food on the floor.“What was that for?” I asked, looking at her confused. She turned to me with pain in her eyes. I regretted telling everyone she tried to seduce me yesterday but that was enough reason to kill me.“You thought I poisoned you huh?” She asked, disappointed and heartbroken. I gulped hard, with guilt all over my face. I don't know what she could do or not do, it's not entirely my fault.“Yes, anyone can poison me, Areola,” I said and she scoffed. She came towards me and spat on my face. The guards rushed and held her in place, She kept telling them to let her go.“Leave her,” I commanded, wiping the spit off my face, I deserved it.“She spat on you, she needs to be flogged,” Natalie yelled, and she turned to the guards, “take her to the dungeon.”“No, I said leave her alone,” I yelled, looking at Natalie. She didn't like Areola, but she can't make decisions in my house. Th

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEAREOLA’S POV I opened my eyes, and I was staring at a ceiling that didn't look familiar. I looked around and damm, I was in Ryan’s room on his fucking bed. I tried sitting up, but the pain in my head was unbearable so I laid back on the bed.“Moxilla,” I called, and when there was no response, I knew she was gone again. I lost her again because of my selfishness, she doesn't deserve me, She deserves someone better.“I am sorry,” I whispered, allowing the tears to fall from my eyes.“Girl, you must love me that much,” Moxilla chuckled within me. My tears turned to laughter, and my heart ached relieved.“You got me bad,” I laughed, and she joined in the laughter. “I am sorry, for all of this,”“It's not your fault that everyone wants you dead, I think we need revenge girl,” Moxilla scoffed. “I thought you were against it?” I asked, smiling.“I was, but now, I think Davina is a bitch and she deserved to die,” Moxilla said and I agreed. Davina would be my

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVENRYAN’S POV I stood transfixed, wondering how I got myself into this situation. Areola stood staring at me in shock, how do I take back what I said? “You can't take back your words, you pussy, just fuck the lady, she reminds you of Aria,” My wolf chuckled, he was never good at giving advice, so I just ignored him. “Should I leave you too alone?” Trina asked, and neither of us responded, we were just staring at each other, unable to form an appropriate sentence.“Okay, I think that's my cue to leave,” Trina chuckled, as she was still on her towel. She stared at us one more time and when she didn't get a reply, she headed straight to the door.“Don't go,” Areola and I said simultaneously, it was just how Aria and I completed each other's statement. I was still staring at her, not wanting to let her off my gaze for a second. She has been living rent-free in my head for days now, even if I try to ignore her, she is just one stubborn lady who is driving me

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINEAREOLA'S POV I stood at the door and tiptoed to see through his room properly. There was a little bed at the corner that was worn out, I wonder how he slept on it. There was a bowl at the other corner, I guess it was for urinating and other stuff. Cobwebs were everywhere in the room, and spiders were the closest to his roommate. The ground had a lot of cracks, as well as the ceiling. I wondered why they never tried to improve the living conditions of prisoners. I then looked at him, he had dirty brown hair, although the Elisha I slept with had brown hair, I remember gripping his hair when he flipped me on all fours. He must have dyed his hair that sat, he was a fucking spy. “You…you remember me?” I asked, after minutes of silence.“Of course, I do, my one night stand,” He scoffed looking at me with his dark green eyes, the man I had sex with had hazel brown eyes. People find it difficult to recognize spies because they are always changing their f