Page 2 of Lycan King's Claim
Just as desperation starts to consume me, Javier's urgent call reaches my ears, and I make my way to the security room. We gather around the screens, watching the surveillance footage intently. Tyra, one of the handmaidens, acts suspiciously before covering the cameras in the laundry room with a tea towel. My eyes narrow, and anger courses through me as I wonder what she is doing.
Seconds later, Sienna moves into the corridor on the next screen leading toward the laundry, and my heart sinks into my stomach.
"Javier, bring Tyra to my office immediately," I demand, my voice laced with fury. I need answers, and I won't tolerate deception within my own castle.
With a growl, I stalk off toward my office down the hall. Javier does as I command, dragging Tyra into my office, kicking and screaming. Carina, her face filled with concern and also a hint of rage, follows closely behind.
"Do you want to explain to me why you just dragged her off? She was helping me with the seating arrangements!" Carina demands to know. I silence her with a stern look before turning my attention to Tyra as Javier dumps her into a chair. She immediately tries to jump up. Javier is quick to shove her back down and holds her shoulders.
I approach the fireplace and grab the steel poker, holding it close to the flames. The heat radiates against my hand, matching the intensity of my anger. The roar of the fire fills the room, and the crackling of the burning wood is as loud. I stare at Tyra; fury etched in my gaze. "Where is Sienna?" I can feel the heat of her anger and defiance. It radiates from her like the flames from the fireplace.
Carina's brows furrowed.
"I promise, Xandros, Tyra has done nothing to Sienna; she's been with me for hours," Carina defends. Her cheeks are flushed, and she is trying hard to stifle her shock, though her eyes are filled with fury and fear. The fine, tiny lines around her eyes are the only sign of age on her face.
"Fine, then." I snap, turning my gaze to Carina. "She is your handmaiden. Why is Tyra helping you and not Sienna?" Carina's eyes dart between Tyra and me; confusion etched on her face.
"Tyra said she's sick," Carina adds, her voice now filled with uncertainty.
I move closer to Tyra, pressing the hot poker against her cheek. The smell of burning flesh fills the room, and Tyra winces and grits her teeth in pain. "Sienna isn't sick, is she, Tyra?" I growl, my tone filled with menace. The acrid smell of burning flesh is overpowering and Tyra's scent now is that of a woman filled with fear and pain.
"Xandros!" Carina shrieks. Her eyes narrow at me, pressing her lips together; she looks at me with the same concern a mother would a child.
"Shut it unless you want to swap places with her!" I growl at Carina. Turning my attention back to Tyra, her hands are shaking, and a bead of sweat rolls down her temple across her jawline.
Tyra remains defiant; her lips sealed shut. Her hair is smeared with blood, long strands tangled across her face.
I push the poker into her stomach, searing her flesh. A cry of agony escapes her lips, and I demand to know where Sienna is. "Tell me, Tyra!" I roar, my patience wearing thin. Tyra's skin is red with burns the poker has left behind. A trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth and whiteness to her lips betray the severity of the pain she's in.
"Damn it, Tyra. Just tell him!" Carina snaps at her as I jam the poker between her ribs.
In a moment of desperation, Tyra screams. Her scream echoes in my ears a thousand times as if I'm trapped in an echo chamber. "She's with Toby! She's with Toby!" The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel a surge of anger rising within me, along with the air being knocked out of me.
The words come out of Tyra's mouth like a torrent, and Carina's eyes widen.
"You said she was… Wait," her voice trembling as she asks, "Who's Toby?"
I give her a cold stare, my eyes shifting to Tyra. She's trembling now, her body shaking as if she were a leaf in the wind. My grip on the poker tightens as I push it further into her side, drawing more blood and eliciting another cry of pain from Tyra. I'm done playing games and want answers. "Where did they go?" I ask her, Carina seems to be grappling for answers.
"Hello! Who is Toby?"
With a heavy sigh, I answer, "Sienna's old boss." Carina gasps in disbelief, the realization dawning on her, while I turn my gaze back to Tyra.
“What? Why? Where did they go?" Carina stammers out, barely able to get the words out of her mouth.
"Well, that is what I am trying to get out of her, if you'll stop interrupting me!" I snarl. Tyra had to know she'd get caught, eventually.
She'd have to of known she would be punished for such actions. "I'm not telling you anything else, just kill me and get it over with!" she spits at me, and I growl.
"Why would you help her get to Toby?" I demand, my voice filled with confusion.
Tyra laughs manically, a bitter sound that reverberates in the room. “Why wouldn't I, when it means hurting the man who killed my mate?" she spits at my feet.
My confusion deepens as I tilt my head, searching for any sliver of memory of this woman before me having a mate. I'm not usually one to pry into anyone's personal life. I look at Javier, who shrugs, also not knowing, yet he would surely have peered into her background like he has done all the staff here. "And who is your mate?" I inquire, my voice laced with curiosity.
Tyra scoffs and shakes her head. "You fucking prick, you don't even have the decency to remember those you killed recently!" I try to rack my brain for an answer besides the few at the club that night that were too slow to get out of my way when I was chasing after Sienna. Tyra's eyes burn with fury as she spits.
"Mal! I hope he marks her, just so you know the feeling of what it's like to feel the pain of a mate bond dying." Her words strike a nerve, but I know they're words spoken in her grief. I did her a favor! No doubt Mal would have eventually rejected her or pimped her out since he hadn't marked her, and her neck remains scar free.
