The Lycan King' Chapter 149: Shifted?

Chapter 149: Shifted?

The brazen man froze as he spoke, his smug look fading as quickly as it had appeared.

Even Claire looked at him with strange eyes, as if she didn’t believe he was capable of carrying out his threat.

But the odious man beside her was very well aware.

Jarren Straught knew that he of all people never made empty threats.

And the Straught lineage had co to an end just by him speaking it aloud.

They just didn’t know it yet.

Then, Straught snapped his fingers together and a man with a mask joined them in the room. Sothing in his hand glinted in the light of the candle - a curved blade.

"Ensure that he doesn’t move while I ravish my niece." The smug expression was back on his face.

Yeren could feel his whole body heating up with rage.

He couldn’t afford to be helpless.

Not when Claire needed him.

Not when he couldn’t contact his n.

Not when n like Jarren had the upper hand.

He stiffened in his chair as he felt the cold blade against his neck.

"Do enjoy the show, Your Grace."

Even though his heard hurt as if an elephant had trampled on his, hus vision was as clear as day.

Claire looked pale, and she kept her head down.

In the light of the candle, he watched as Jarren held the neckline of her gown and ripped it into two. It tore down to her waist, revealing her silk chemise beneath.

He heard her whimper and his throat tightened.

All he could do at this mont was to summon his Lycan, but even he was unnvervingly quiet.

He was present, there was no doubt about that, but the beast remained silent.

As if that weren’t enough, Jarren held her chemise and ripped it into two, dragging the fabric down her shoulders to expose her upper half to the view of everyone in the room.

"Please, stop! Please..." He heard her whisper as a sob broke through.

Her head remained bent, and she kept struggling to free her hands.

The man behind him took a sharp intake of air as her creamy skin and breasts were exposed.

Yeren was thinking of different ways to skin him alive and flay him under the sun.

"Do you like what you see?" The knave asked, reaching down to run his finger around the peak of her right breast. Her head snapped up then and she tried biting down on his finger.

But he withdrew it quickly enough, letting out a haughty laugh.

"I won’t hurt you, my love."

The words made Yeren’s stomach twist inwards.

Jarren then leaned down and trailed kisses on her lips, her face, behind her earlobe, her neck.

As he kept going lower, Yeren felt his blood boiling. His quiet Lycan was beginning to stir within him.

’She belongs to us. Only us.’ His Lycan whispered firmly.

Then, Jarren slipped a hand under her dress as his lips closed over one of her breasts.

"You taste just like I dreamt you would."

Claire cried out when his hand underneath her dress climbed higher.

A hint of frustration flashed across Jarren’s face, but from Claire’s broken whimper, it was clear she couldn’t keep her legs sealed much longer.

"Stop, uncle Jarren. Please, don’t do this."

Jarren scoffed.

"Because your lover is watching?" He spat at her. "You couldn’t wait to run to his arms and to his bed! You didn’t even give

a chance to confess my love."

He forcefully drove his hand higher.

And higher.

Yeren’s eyes twitched painfully.

He couldn’t watch.

He just could not.

"Yer... Yeren! Please do sothing."

Her single plea awoke sothing within him and he began pulling against his restraints.

With each forceful tug, he could feel the floor breaking up.

His vision clouded as he felt himself sinking inwards for his Lycan to take over.

The knife against his neck pressed deeper, but he didn’t care.

"Sit still or I won’t hesitate to cut your neck."

Jarren giggled, waving a hand in their direction.

"Do not mind him. He’s practically harmless."

Jarren’s words only spurred him further.

The ground began to shake as he tugged harder and harder.

And finally, the chains were ripped out of the ground.

The force sent him and his chair tumbling forward.

Jarren glanced over his shoulder then, his eyes wide with fear.

Gone was the smug look that had presided in those hateful eyes.

Yeren’s gaze moved to his hand that was still underneath Claire’s skirt. The man that had held the curved blade to his neck had been thrown to the floor on impact and was struggling to rise to his feet.

Without wasting another second, he rushed to where Jarren knelt in front of her and yanked his hand out of her skirt.

The sound of bones snapping filled the air as he twisted the sick man’s wrist.

Claire was panting at this point, her breaths ragged and uneven.

In one swift movent, Jarren rose to his feet and swung his other hand at Yeren.

Yeren caught it smoothly.

But just then, a blade sliced through his back.

Searing pain shot through his hold body.

"Yeren!" Claire scread at the top of her lungs, tugging against her restraints.

He could see the tears in her eyes as she fought to free herself.

He couldn’t give up now, he told himself.

But the pain was clouding his vision, and his strength was depleting.

Jarren kicked him in the knee and the man with the curved blade swung at him again.

He twisted Jarren’s other hand with the strength he had left, only stopping when he heard the snapping sound he was chasing.

But Jarren healed imdiately and shoved him the mont he let go.

What in the world did they poison him with?

Another swing and his legs gave way.

"Claire..." He whispered as his knees crashed onto the cold hard, floor.

Her eyes were now a bright, burning green.

She kept struggling as the muscles of her face began stretching. He could see that her veins were stretched taut.

What was happening to her?

Despite his experience, he ignored the most plausible explanation.

She couldn’t be shifting.

Or could she?

Her joints began snapping and she cried out in pain.

He was kicked again and he fell face flat against the floor.

But before his consciousness left him, he heard the sound of her chains snapping loose and a very loud growl.