Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

“Kieran,” I called out, “Kieran…no Kieran, please. This cannot happen to you. Not you! It should have been me. It’s all my fault,” I wailed.

No. It couldn’t be. Not him. Not Kieran.

I screamed and pounded his chest. The sound echoed through the road and the same power that had drained the life force of the werewolves came out through me leaving behind an emptiness within me. I held Kieran close, and the warmness of his skin gradually passed. I looked around; it had become a much more familiar scene now.? Indeed, I was dangerous. The werewolves lying lifelessly around me were proof of the kind of power that I had. A? power that had saved me but cost him everything.

Tears streamed down my face. My power felt like a curse. But then, a curse could also be a blessing. My powers were like the two sides of a coin. Yin and yang. Life or death. It had taken, it could also give.

This wasn’t over. I wouldn’t let it be. I placed my hand on his chest and shut my eyes. At first, my thoughts were random and distorted. I didn’t quite understand it. The glow wasn’t strong. Until I saw his face in my thoughts. With his lips stretching out in the most beautiful smile that anyone could ever think of. His warm hands on me and his soothing words. I wanted to have all of that again. I wanted to have a life with him. I loved him so much.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Oh moon, you are the strongest in centuries. Why have you given me such powers if I cannot save the man that I love? I want to save him. I want to give him back his life that I have stolen,” I paused and looked at him, “Kieran, I love you so much,” with those words, I opened my eyes, it was there, the power at its peak in the calmest way ever. Now it didn’t come to suck life it came to give. I felt the life of the werewolves leaving me into Kieran. And with a deep breath, he opened his eyes.

“Kieran,” I called out to him.

“Clara… what’s going on?” He tried to stand but then groaned as he laid back.

“Don’t stand, you are hurt badly. The medic will be here in a minute,” I couldn’t hold down the smile on my face. The moon had healed him, not me. I could never have done it on my own.

I looked up, “Thank you,’ I muttered. Tears rolled down my cheek.

“I thought I had died,” he whispered, “you brought me back.”

“The moon saved you,” I said. It had been a few weeks after the incident and I have never been happier to see Kieran on his feet again. But his stubbornness did not let him stay in bed a bit longer. His wounds were healing fast and it was good. But deep down, I still wanted him to be in bed so I would look closely at him and take care of him just the way I had promised.

The lights reflected on Kieran’s study that night. I peeked through the half-open door, and there he was seated by his study just as I had feared. My chest tightened at the sight of him hunched over a mountain of paperwork. He had his brow furrowed, the same way it used to be wherever he was deep in concentration. Lines etched deep into his face. He looked exhausted.

I pushed the door open and walked in.

“Kieran? It’s late.” My voice sounded soft I hoped wouldn’t come across as nagging.

He looked up at me as a tired smile graced his lips. “Clara, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“You’ve been at it for hours,” I said, stepping closer. The smell of old and new books and burning candle wax filled my nose. “Don’t you think it’s time to call it a night?”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair letting out a tired groan. His shoulders slumped, “There’s just so much to catch up on,” he mumbled. “Reports from the outlying provinces, petitions from the guilds…”

“It can wait until tomorrow,” I insisted, walking towards him. “You need your rest, Kieran. You haven’t slept properly in days. And you know that you are just recovering.”

He smiled weakly. “A king’s work is never done, love.”

My heart ached for him. “I know, but your health is important. Right now, the people would understand that you need to get better,” I reminded him gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.? “And even kings need to listen to their bodies sometimes.”

He met my gaze and sighed, “Alright, alright. You win. But just a few more minutes, I promise.”

I knew that “a few more minutes” could easily turn into another hour, so it was time to push it further.

“No promises,” I said, guiding him out of his chair. “Come on, up you get. Bedtime.”

He chuckled weakly, “Alright, bossy queen,” he teased, allowing me to usher him toward his bed.

As we reached the bed, I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. His steps were slow and sluggish. I was worried about him overworking himself but beneath all that, I was grateful that he was alive. He was here, with me.

I helped him into his nightshirt.

“Thank you,” his voice echoed, and settled into bed.

“Hold on let me get your pills.” I retrieved a small vial from the bedside table.

“Here,” I said, holding out the vial with two small pills. “These will help with the pain.”

He frowned at the pills on my palm. “What is it?”

“Just something to ease the aches and pains,” I replied vaguely. “The doctors gave them to you.”

He sighed again without further questions, he took the pills and washed them down with a glass of water I offered him.

“Tea?” I asked, already turning towards the door.

He stopped me with a questioning look on his face “Tea? I thought I always had a glass of warm milk before bed.”

I chuckled “Milk?” I wanted to be sure I had heard right.

He nodded, “what? Is there anything wrong with a glass of milk?”

“No, it’s just that you have never asked for that.”

“Well, there is a first time for everything.”

I nodded. He hated milk. He always complained about the taste and the way it made his stomach rumble. He would rather go for a soothing chamomile tea instead.

“People change,” I said, trying to sound normal as I met his gaze.

“What?” he said.

“I said people change,” I forced a smile avoiding his eyes. I knew that he studied me for a moment as his eyes searched mine. Why was he acting so different? Maybe it’s the drugs, I shoved the thought out.

This was Kieran.? He might be acting strangely, but at least he was alive.? And right now, that was all that mattered.

“Alright, tea it is,” I agreed with a forced smile, turning towards the door.? “Back in a sec,” I said.