Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

My throat suddenly felt too dry and I swallowed everything to make it feel a bit moistened but it did add some moisture.

I opened the door from the other side and crawled out holding my throat as it felt like my breaths were already slipping away. I couldn’t see the ground properly as I crawled slowly.

“Kieran,” I managed to call out choking on the sound of my voice. As I looked ahead towards the car, the werewolves had already plunged and attacked Kieran. We could have listened to our instincts. We could have taken our weapons or at least brought the guards with us. But out of everything, I did hope that the meeting would finally bring the peace that we so much longed for. But there I was, sitting in the grass struggling for my breath while I saw the blur view of Kieran fighting off over a hundred powerful Alphas.

As I sat there in my misery, I saw the blurred movements of snarls and flashing fangs. Kieran fought back with so much strength that took my breath away, but there were simply too many. Then as if being summoned by my thoughts about saving Kieran, one of the Werewolves saw me there, maybe I wasn’t suffering enough in his glowing eyes. That he came to offer me some of his dosage of suffering inflicting more pain than a person can bear.

“It’s you right? The so-called chosen one. You know Kieran was supposed to be the Lycan king. Fearless and the most powerful amongst all the Alpha’s but since you came, you have brought nothing but destruction in our lives.”

“No, you are wrong,” I managed to say.

“Oh yeah,” he grabbed my hair and I winced in pain pulling my head forward so that I could see Kieran. He already had blood on his face.

“Look at what you are doing. This is all you. You bring nothing but destruction to everyone. Look At what happened to Ryan. You killed him. After all he did to you.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“You know nothing,” I spat struggling in his grip, “Ryan was a killer. I was only trying to save myself.”

“Then save yourself now,” he threw me to the ground. The first kick went directly to my chest. My body went numb for a minute as I wailed. Kieran already had his hands full and so, I was all alone. To this werewolf and everyone else, I was a goddess that should not be among men and so, there was no peace for me. No matter how good and kind and sweet I was to anyone, they would never see me for me. I was done trying. He threw his book to me again and it landed on my belly. My screams were muffled and all that could escape my lips as I rolled on the ground the dirt perching on my hair.

“Are you not going to save yourself, you weakling,” he spat.

I groaned, moving away from him. But he was too fast, or maybe I was too weak to move at all. He pulled me back and smacked my head so hard that it landed on the ground with a thud.

“It’s time to end you and forever we will have peace!”

This was it. I needed to do something. It was now or never. As soon as he leaned close with a blade,? I grabbed his hair and he groaned but that was only the beginning of what I had in mind.

I scrambled out of his grip.? Then I shut my eyes, I knew I could do it just the way Nikkei had taught me. Reach into that inner strength. There was always an inner strength that had no moonstone to tame. And that was always the peak of all strength. I heard Kieran’s grunts and his wails. He had been the only comfort in the troubling storm. My comfort and now they wanted to end him. I was not going to let that happen. I channeled my remaining power into a desperate blast of energy. It knocked the werewolf back, but the effort drained the last of my power. My movements were sluggish, my powers fizzled harmlessly.

I was fucked.

The Alphas finally brought Kieran down. A werewolf Alpha, the cruel one from before, pinned him to the ground with his knee.

“I have been waiting for this moment for a long time,” he had a wide grin splitting his face. He raised the curved blade. I shut my eyes waiting for the blade on my neck. To finally end it all.

“No, please,” Kieran sniffed.

I opened my eyes. And then he stopped and watched me and then Kieran.

“Mmm…you know what guys; this would be a lot of fun if we kill him and let her watch.”

“What? No! Kill me instead. Don’t touch him. It is me you want.”

“I can see some feelings here. This would be a lot more fun than I had anticipated. Take out the King first,” he snarled, “Let the witch watch him die.”

“No please,” I cried out.

They grabbed Kieran and in that very second that I saw the blade go through him, the world blurred around me.

“No!” I wailed. My wail tore from my throat. It was a sound filled with rage and terror so I felt it ripping through the veil of the Moon Blooms’ effects.

At that moment, something inside me snapped. A raw, untamed power through my veins, a force I had never known. My vision went white, my body moving forward, fueled by an instinct older than reason.

“What is going on with her? Kill her immediately!”

But it was too late. They should have killed me first.

The werewolves surrounding me didn’t stand a chance. Their life force as well as their very essence, was sucked from them. All I could hear were their screams, chokes, and gurgling. It filled the air. Like in the horror series and this time, I was the monster. The smell of their blood mixed with the sweet smell of the Moon Blooms covered the air.

When I finally stopped draining what was left, I gasped for breath. The werewolves, every single one of them lay still on the ground. Their eyes were empty and vacant, their bodies were drained of life.

“Kieran,” my gaze moved to Kieran and I rushed towards him. His face had gone pale. Blood bloomed on his chest where the blade had pierced his armor.

He was alive, but barely. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes gradually closed shut.

“Kieran,” I rasped, rushing to his side. My heart pounded.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“Clara,” he whispered, his voice sounding weak. “You… you did it.”

A sob escaped my lips. “But at what cost?” I cried, cradling his head in my lap.

He coughed,? “Don’t… don’t worry about me,” he whispered. I could hear his voice fading.

“How can I not worry about you?” I sobbed.

“Clara, it’s going to be fine.”

“Come, I’ll take you to the hospital, we can get there on time.”

“No Clara, stop. It’s okay. I’m fine. It was meant to make me happy this way.”

“No, not like this. Please stay with me. Let me take you to the hospital,” I tried to hold him up.

“Hey…hey listen,” he held me and I stopped pushing. I couldn’t control the tears falling down my cheek.

“I love you,” he murmured. His words brought fresh tears to my eyes.

His hand, covered with blood, reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. He smiled. Then, with a deep sigh, his gaze went blank and his chest became still.