Chapter 3 ~ The Unclaimed's Touch
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She obeyed, her steps hesitant, her heart pounding against her ribs. She stopped before him, her gaze locked with his.
"You are a skilled healer," he stated, his eyes scanning her. "The best in the pack, I am told."
Laurette swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I do my best, Your Majesty."
He leaned forward, his gaze intense. "I require your services. I have been... unwell."
Unwell? The Alpha King? It was unheard of.
"I will do whatever I can to help, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice steady despite her racing pulse.
He nodded slowly, then, to her utter shock, he spoke the words that would change her life forever.
"Then, Laurette, I claim you."
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Claim. The mating bond. The very thing she had rejected, the thing that had rejected her.
Confusion warred with a strange, undeniable pull. Her gaze locked with his, and she saw something in his eyes that she couldn't decipher: a flicker of vulnerability, a hint of desperation.
"I... I don't understand, Your Majesty," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
He rose from his throne, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving hers. He closed the distance between them, and as he stood before her, he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek.
"I am not asking for your understanding, Laurette," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. "I am claiming what is mine."
And in that moment, as his lips met hers, the world tilted on its axis. The Unclaimed Omega, the rejected, the healer, was claimed by the Alpha King. And the Crimson Bonds were forged, binding them together in a dance of destiny and defiance.
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