CLAIMED

5

Why? Why, why?

Why can’t Kazan rid himself of these animalistic urges that have been pestering him all day?

Why does it seem impossible to get the image of that wretched woman’s delicate and beautiful figure out of his head? Why can’t he erase the feeling of her warm, soft skin from his palm or forget her aromatic stench?

Again, why? Why? Why?

Sure, Kazan has had these desires towards the opposite sex ever since he became a teenager. That is normal for a virile, hot-blooded alpha male. But these strong impulses are very abnormal—lust on another level, beyond what he has experienced for any woman or can bear. And it’s so overpowering to the point where it feels like at any minute he’s about to lose his mind. It is as if he’s been possessed by some sex spirits or something worse.

Damn it! Why did she have to be so gorgeous? The most gorgeous being he has ever seen.

Alright. He probably thinks and says that about every hot, sexy chick he laid eyes on for the first time. Again, it can’t be helped. Admiring and ravaging beautiful women comes naturally to him. It’s like walking and talking.

It’s different this time, though. He can feel it in his bones. In his Johnson, too.

This has gotten so bad to the point where Kazan wasn’t even able to keep complete focus this morning on his training match with Grand Master Dorian. He got his ass kicked really bad. However, that’s not the worst part of today. You see, because of that witch’s curse on him, Kazan made a complete fool out of himself just now in the meeting of the sovereigns.

So occasionally, the twelve top sovereigns of the southern region, including himself, would meet up to discuss political matters for hours. And while in the middle of the meeting, Kazan was so deep under that wretched woman’s spell that he blocked out most of the conversations. He was too busy pining over that disgusting, attractive, and sexy creature—drooling like some mutt over a bone. And the most embarrassing part was that he subconsciously moaned aloud in pleasure at the thought of ravaging her. And this happened more than once. Never had he been so humiliated in his whole life. Now Kazan has no face whatsoever to face those sovereigns again any time soon.

Grr. It’s all her damn fault.

Sigh. Maybe a warm bath filled with precious oils and magic stones (whose function is to calm the nerves and clear the mind) before bed might do the trick for him.

Nope, it still didn’t work. Right now, laying in the bath of warm water with his eyes closed just makes things worse for Kazan. He was now hallucinating that that vile woman was there with him. She’s touching him inappropriately and doing things to him that he dare not say out loud.

“Bloody hell!” He facepalmed himself and groaned, frustrated.

Why is this happening to him? Why is he being tortured like this? Duh, it’s all because of her claim on him. He disobeyed elder Dorian’s warning to stay away from that witch, and this is the penalty—aching balls and endless mental suffering.

This is why he swore to himself that he wouldn’t go see her again until her claim was removed. But that won’t be an easy task. All he wants more than anything right now is to see her again—to unleash all the built-up passion in his groin on her in that filthy dungeon.

No. He won’t give in to this feeling. Kazan refuses to let a woman have this strong hold over him.

“Number one!” Kazan summoned a beautiful, bare young woman with a lovely shape into his bathing room. Maid number one is his favorite amongst his many bath maids. So if anyone can wipe his head clean of that woman, it’s her. After all, the power of her inside and the taste of her flesh are incomparable. And just seeing her desirable figure up for the taking, like a lamb put to the slaughter, brings back memories of their many sexual encounters. It ignites the fire in his veins for her. Alright, this seems to be working.

Kazan, like the big, bad, horny wolf he is, backed the young maiden in a corner of the wall, pouring out all his raw, passionate urges that consumed him into her. He was literally like a jackhammer drilling down her every wall—a woodpecker pecking a tree.

However, this didn’t help at all. Every second of being with the maiden, plundering and choking the sh*t out of her. Kazan was only thinking of her, that stray. Even the air is filled with that stray’s stench. And he hates this—he hates that he loves it so damn much.

“Get out!” After he was done pleasuring himself, he angrily chased the maiden out. She failed to achieve her purpose.

Just why can’t he forget this woman? He bashed his fist against the wall, causing it to crack. That’s it! He needs to remove this wretched claimed mark. He ripped into the flesh where the mark was, and there was blood everywhere.

Unfortunately, his body is tough. Somewhat indestructible. It healed itself in no time, and the mark returned to the same condition as before. He ripped it off three more times, but the same thing happened again. So he gave up on doing that.

However, he will never allow himself to be conquered by that woman. He will fight this until Grand Master Dorian finds a way to rid him of this damn, cursed mark. Hopefully, that will happen soon.