Forever Claimed

Chapter 7: The Threat

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"So what's your plan to officially claim her? Her Lycan might feel the pull, but Female Lycan won't easily submit to the Males."

"Oh, I'm aware, but I need her to believe that she will submit no matter what. Werewolves grow up bowing to their Alpha, and I'm going to make her believe the same thing."

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I wake up feeling like a bus ran me over, then backed up over me again.

Fuck, what day is it?

Slumping back into the soft bed closing my eyes trying to remember last night or two days ago. My eyes instantly pop open realizing I have no recollection of this bedroom. Sitting up quickly I scan the room for anyone but no one is in the room. Looking around I notice how regal everything is, gold accents scattered around with clean white and grey walls.

Wow, this place looks like the Queen of England lives here. Elizabeth where are the corgis?!

Okay, Focus, Step 1: Find Meghan

I hop out of bed noticing I'm in a silk navy blue pajama set, comfy shorts with a long sleeve button up top. Not complaining, this is the comfiest thing I have ever worn!

Finding fuzzy slippers, I make my way to the gold and white double doors to start the hunt for my Megs.

Cracking the door open a hair, I sniff the area to find out if anyone is around and for Meg's scent. I don't catch anything right away so I make my way down the hallway to the left when I decide the coast is clear.

Damn this place is something else, who's dick did they suck to get this mansion?

Her scent finally hits me when I make it three doors from my room on the left, I knock on the door and whisper loudly, "PSST MEG, ARE YOU AWAKE!"

Then I hear a thud, immediately followed by her saying, "Fuck Char, you scared the shit out of me!" Then with the turn of the knob, I see my friend looking like a hot mess.

"Meg, it's sad that we have been asleep for ages and that's still not enough for your beauty rest," I add laughing at her messy hair and drool on her face. But she didn't find that joke funny because I immediately feel my self being pushed to the ground land on my butt.

"MEG! You broke my butt again!" I whine rolling on my side holding my butt, "Oh my gosh, how am I going to sit!"

"Oh get over it, and where the fuck are we?" She asks walking back into her room not bothering to help me up might I add! I manage to push my way up without hurting my tailbone again. Following her into the room, I close the door so no one can hear us and make my way to the big ass bed on the other side of the room.

We cuddle back up in the bed looking at the extravagant vintage design on the ceiling. "Do you think we are in Russia or Germany?" I whisper, "I hope France though, Fuck Europe is big"

Meghan laughs, "Well you Moron, Russia is part of Asia, so we aren't there you dipshit."

"Oh whatever! You get what I mean!" I huff, "The rooms don't smell like them, so maybe they left us alone. MAYBE WE CAN RUN AWAY!" I turn to her, thinking this plan is absolutely foolproof!