Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

It had been a few days after I stumbled on the letter from the Vampire King or maybe Kieran really did want me to see it. With the curfew and the guards looking out for any threats from the vampires, everything returned to the way it used to be well, except for the fact that I barely saw Kieran. The day had started fine and I thought that maybe we should both take a break and walk in the garden. Perhaps, we would finally get to talk about our date before the attack. And I can finally get a hint of how he feels about me.

For the first time in a while, I saw Kieran settled in his study not wanting to rush out like he had been doing lately.

“Kieran,” I said softly, stepping into the room. “You are here,” I said.

He looked up at me and mumbled something that I didn’t quite catch. I moved closer.

“I was wondering if you’d like to-”

He glanced up; his expression was unreadable. “Clara, I’m afraid I won’t have time for that today. I need to train the soldiers.”

I raised my brows, “Oh,” I mumbled, trying to mask the sting of his rejection. “Alright then.”

It had become a normal routine.

The door clicked shut behind me as I left. I just couldn’t sit there and watch him as I used to. I retreated to my chambers. Our honeymoon months were finally up and so I opted for my chambers even if we still kept our outings sacred so that the people would not think otherwise. But lately, there was no outing at all to be kept sacred.

I needed to be with Kieran again. Every part of my body yearned to be with him. To stare at him as he would speak, laugh hard at his jokes that he didn’t even think that they were funny. Maybe moving to my own chambers was a bad idea. But the feelings scared me. Was it love? Or I was just used to being around him. He was just not my King but also my friend and soul mate. We did everything together until now. It was different. And I hated it. I wanted to be the first person that he would see when he woke up every morning and not those soldiers.

Oh Clara, keep it together. You are not in love. It’s just boredom.

The next morning, as soon as I left the bed, I strolled to Kieran’s chambers. I found him adjusting the cuffs of a white shirt. I was hopeful. Maybe the day would be different.

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“Kieran, you look… sharp. Are you going somewhere special?”

He gave me a curt nod. “Breakfast with the troops. Morale needs a boost.”

My smile faltered. “Breakfast? But I thought-”

“Clara,” he interrupted gently. “A lot is going on. The King won’t back down, and with Ryan’s attack, the soldiers are… fragile.”

Something boiled in me.

“Fragile?” I snapped. “What about me, Kieran? Don’t you ever think about me?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Of course, I do. But right now, my kingdom needs me.”

“And what about what we need?” I yelled; my voice shook with a tremor I couldn’t control. “Don’t you ever get tired of pretending? Or who do you want the people to think that we are faking our union?”

“This isn’t a game, Clara!” he roared. “This is about protecting my people! And you! I don’t want to give you up, but the King-”

“King?” I shrieked, cutting him off. “Is that all you ever think about? The King wants war! Maybe we should just give him what he wants and be done with it!”

And just as the words left my lips, I wished that I hadn’t said it.

I should be patient. Patience they say, is a virtue. But there I was.

Kieran said nothing, instead, he stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with the silence and the echo of my outburst.

My eyes felt hot and tears flowed freely down my cheek.

“Fuck!”

I snatched a lamp from the study table, hurling it across the room. It shattered against the far wall.

Damn it. I hate this.

I rushed towards the shattered lamp trying to put it in place but there was bring it back. I sank to the floor feeling the weight of my words. My throat tightened and my eyes felt hotter. I couldn’t control the tears this time. Even with the fact that I knew what was going on, I had lashed out at Kieran. He was fighting a war on two fronts, and I, in my selfishness, had only added to his misery.

It had been a while since I had trained. Sometimes, it kept me afloat. I headed down to the training hall as soon as I was done replacing the broken lamp.

The rhythmic clang of my sword against the practice dummy echoed through the training hall. Sweat beaded on my forehead, stinging my eyes, but I barely noticed. Every swing, every parry, was a release of the pent-up frustration that had been boiling within me since my fight with Kieran.

Suddenly, I felt a prickling sensation crawling across the back of my neck. I froze as I was about the hit the dummy again. I turned and felt a movement at the entrance of the training hall. Someone was watching me. My heart pounded. The last time I had been watched was when Patricia was still. And then, I was just a weakling. But not anymore.

I hurried towards the door and peeked scanning the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever had been watching me. I could hear footsteps and so I followed into the hallway. Going through a corner, that’s when I saw him. Kieran. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

“Kieran?” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

He uncrossed his arms and straightened up. “Just making sure you were alright,” he mumbled, avoiding my gaze.

My chest tightened. Was he worried about me? After everything that had happened between us?

“I can handle myself, Kieran,” I said, my voice softer this time.

He finally looked at me, “I know you can,” he said, his voice rough. “But after what we said to each other… I haven’t exactly been myself.”

“Neither have I,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat.

I tried to hide the smile growing on my lips. He took a step towards me, and I met him halfway.

Then, without a word, he closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in a kiss.

We stumbled backward, I loved that his hands roamed, exploring every heated inch of my exposed skin under my skirt. I knew that this was actually happening after I ripped his buttons open and tossed his shirt on the floor.

By the time we reached the door of my chamber, we were both breathless. Kieran swept me up in his arms and carried me inside, with a groan. As soon as we got in, he turned me against the door and held my skirt. I could feel his heated breath against my neck as he leaned closely. It still felt like a dream but I knew that he wanted me as much as I did. I felt his hardness behind me as he went through jamming me from behind. He held my thighs firmly against the door with his leg and pinned me to it so that I was left at his mercy. I shut my eyes basking in the intensity of his thrust as moans escaped our lips. His warm breath caressed my ears as he mumbled words. My breaths hitched every time he went in a faster rhythm. I held his thigh firmly, as he stroked from behind.

“Fuck me,” I gasped.

I didn’t want it to end. As if he read my mind, he held my arms and I succumbed to his touch as he turned me around. I saw his eyes, he wanted me. Sweat trickled down his skin and he grabbed my thighs in his arm. The bunk creaked as I landed on my back on the bed. We stumbled on the dress that was left on my body and in a second, I was all bare, opened for him. I moved my eyes with his as he looked at my body. I wanted him so bad that I grabbed his arm. Kieran planted kisses from my lips down to my neck. I could smell his hair shampoo. My body jiggled as his lips rested on my belly. My thighs dripped with wetness as he moved down between them. This time, my body shivered. I felt his tongue taking g in my wetness. I shut my eyes tightening my lips. I could scream. I clutched his hair as he stayed in between my legs.

“Fuck me, please,” I whispered.

Kieran dived my lips and held my thighs up. He stroked slowly and I gasped. I heard my voice out loud. I couldn’t hold in the way that he made me feel.

At that point, I could tell him all that I felt about him. The way his eyes roving around my body makes me feel. And how I had longed for his touch, his kiss, and now him inside of me. It was a feeling that I couldn’t quite describe. We’ve had sex but this was different. Perhaps we were actually making love.