Claimed By The Lycan King (Kaia) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Kieran's POV

"Remind me again why I need to see a rogue?" I asked Caleb, my Beta, my voice sounding tired from being in a meeting all day combined with my Lycan’s restlessness.

“Because you're the Alpha and we need you to decide what to do with her."

"What's there to decide? She's a rogue. Did she talk?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Not a word. Ryder suggested waiting for you. She was in a bad state when we brought her in.”

I nodded and followed him towards the dungeon. A rogue entering our land wasn't a new thing. But over the last few years after I became Alpha, their attack became less frequent and I wanted to keep it like that.

As a pack, we took pride in making sure that our members were safe at all times.

“Let's get this over with." I thought. Dealing with rogues was definitely my least favorite part of the day.

As I approached the cell, my Lycan grew even more restless. He began to jump and dance around my head in excitement.

"Mate, mate, mate!" he chanted, his voice a low, urgent whisper.

I froze, we didn't have a mate. “Calm down, King." I said to my Lycan. “Should I remind you what happened the last time we smelled her?"

I felt him roll his eyes, “it was one time. But this time around, I'm sure she's the one."

"What's going on? Is something wrong?” Caleb asked, noticing the sudden change in my countenance. I ignored him as I hastened my pace. But he followed closely behind me.

Over the years, I've accepted the fact that I didn't have a mate, having visited several packs to search for her to no avail. It could only mean that the moon goddess was punishing me for something I probably did.

“Mate! Mate needs us." King said, a sense of urgency in his tone which was rare. We always had things under control.

His tone did nothing to calm me. Instead, I felt a jolt of concern, my mind racing with possibilities. What had happened to our mate? Who had hurt her?

And then, I saw her.

She was sitting in the corner of the cell, her eyes fixed on the floor. She was barely clothed, with only a thin layer of underwear. Her arms wrapped around herself.

King let out a low, rumbling growl, his anger and concern evident. I felt a surge of protectiveness, my instincts screaming at me to defend my mate.

I took a step forward, my eyes locked on hers. She looked up, her gaze meeting mine, and I felt a jolt of recognition.

“Mate." Her wolf mumbled, sounding weak and my Lycan was ready to snap the neck of whoever put hands on her.

"Where the fuck are her clothes?” I growled, my voice coming out low and menacing. I struggled to keep my Lycan from coming out. The last thing I wanted in this situation was to scare my mate.

“They didn't know that–”

"Don't fuck with me, Beta." King snarled, forcing his way to the surface.

“I'll have them kept in the dungeon. You take care of her.” He said, showing his neck in submission. If he wasn't concerned about my mate, we would be addressing how he spoke to us. But he was right, no one but us should be looking at her.

I nodded and he left. I turned to face my mate, who had not moved an inch.

“She's cold, idiot." King said, snapping me out of my daze.

Even as tired as she looked, she was stunning. Her curly hair was put in a bun, giving me a clear view of face. She has piercing green eyes that reminds me of the forest…of home.

Taking off my shirt, I draped it around her and I felt her shiver lightly when my hand touched her skin. And fuck if she didn't look good in them.