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Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-One
I saw the round table tucked in the corner of the ice cream parlor as I waited for Brian. My fingers played idly with the paper napkin in front of me—folding and unfolding it, tearing at the corners. Outside, the sun burned hot, and the parlor was slowly filling with children in school uniforms and teenagers crowding near the counter, debating between mint chocolate and strawberry swirl.I glanced at the door for the tenth time, then stopped—finally spotting Brian as he entered.He was easy to find. At a towering height of over six feet, he stood out in any crowd, almost matching Justin’s height."Justin," I muttered, shaking my head.His eyes scanned the room once before landing on mine. The moment he reached me, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his shirt. He hugged me back—one arm around my shoulder, the other smoothing my hair. I stayed in his arms a moment longer than I intended. My brother’s warmth wrapped around me, reminding me I wasn’t alone.When we sa
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Two
MarissaIt almost felt sinful to watch the Queen cry, like witnessing something sacred crumble in front of you. Silent tears streamed down her face, and her breaths came out in uneven gasps as if her body refused to fully accept what her mind had just heard.Her hand reached for her chest, as though trying to press down the pounding of her own heart. Her hood had slipped back slightly. She wasn’t just shocked. She was unraveling.Justine rushed to her side and gripped her arms, trying to anchor her. “Sit down, Mom.”The Queen didn’t resist. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she sank into the seat like all the strength had left her bones. "But how?" she kept repeating, dazed.She stared at me like the answer would suddenly rearrange the facts.I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling them tight. My throat burned from the tears I swallowed. My eyelids fluttered shut, trying to breathe through the panic.Then her voice snapped me open."You knew this all along and didn’t say anything?
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Three
JustinThunder cracked like the sky was splitting open. Lightning flashed, and a roar rolled across the land, echoing the fear in my head. I tore through the dark, running, stumbling, gasping. I didn’t know where I was going, but something chased me. Something I couldn’t see, only feel. It breathed down my back.The scent of choking sulfur hit me first. I gagged.“Leave me alone!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the void.From the shadows, the thing moved closer. Slick. Black. Rotting.“I’m your god,” it hissed. “I own you. Worship me.”“No!” My voice cracked as I ran harder. But the faster I went, the closer it crept. It fed off me and thrived on my panic. Its laughter rang sharp, burrowing into my ears until I slapped my palms over them to block it out. My throat burned like someone had stuffed fire down it.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My breath came in shallow bursts. The cool morning air brushed my skin, but it didn’t calm me. I could still smell the sulphur, and feel the
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Four
MarissaMy fingers were very restless. I was bored, and I licked my leg with cautious hope, wondering why Justin had not resumed work this morning.Justine had confirmed that her brother left the house quite early, and so I was pumped with excitement to finally look him in the eye and share this bond, this secret that I had kept for so long it was threatening to explode.I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. I had done several role-plays in my head. All had one thing in common: he was pumped and glowing with excitement.My energy was restless, impatient. I was one step away from calling him and demanding that he get his ass here.I heard the elevator open. Someone was coming. I got up, grinning, but stopped and sat down when I heard heels approaching.Every bit of excitement I felt flew out the window when I saw who it was.WendyI could already feel the animosity and prepared for her attack. Hate blackened her eyes as she stood right before me, haughty and poised."I see you took your
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Five
Marissa Justin and I worked in silence, trying to make up for yesterday’s backlog. He didn’t want me out of his sight, so he scheduled all his meetings virtually, hovering close like my personal heat lamp.“You know,” he said, glancing up with an exaggeratedly innocent face, “it’s crazy how you make my work easier.”I hummed without looking up. “Well, you know I’m actually overqualified for this job. Don’t get too comfortable.”He leaned closer, just enough for our knees to brush. My breath caught slightly.“Tell me what you want. Gifts? More money? Name it, and it’s yours.”“Your bribery won’t work on me,” I said dryly, flipping a page. “Because I don’t plan to be doing this forever.”He stretched with a yawn, clearly unfazed. “How about we take a little getaway to clear our heads?”I paused, pretending to consider it. “Tempting, but I have drafts to finish, reports to organize, a desk to declutter—”Justin narrowed his eyes, and I burst into laughter. “What?” I said between chuckl
Last Updated : 2025-04-02Fated To The Cursed Lycan King One
"Gentlemen, feast your eyes on my beautiful daughter!" my dad's voice rang out loud enough to make heads turn from every direction. "She carries the proud blood of an alpha and will make the perfect wife for any deserving male!"Pack mates eyes burned into me, and I fought the urge to shrink away, but my dad didn't mind the spectacle he was creating.We were at the annual Werewolf and Lycan Festival, a huge celebration meant to honor traditions. For me, it was a nightmare. My dad had turned it into the perfect stage to parade my single ass around."Dad, this is ridiculous, "I whispered harshly and tried to pull my hand away from his grasp.He shoved me forward toward the first man who approached us. My stomach dropped when I recognized him—my ex-boyfriend’s father. A man ten years my dad’s senior. His gaze roved over me, assessing my body.His eyes darkened with displeasure as I stood rigid, refusing to turn around. “She’s twenty-five,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “Old and expired.”
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Two
In my world, the males acknowledged the mating bond first, accepting or rejecting it. Justin didn’t glance my way. His indifference hurt me. Was I that bad?I fought against the sting of tears, blinking furiously and pressing my fingertips beneath my eyes to stop the tears from falling.The idea of anyone seeing me cry filled me with disgust. I could already imagine the gossip spreading like wildfire. Taking a shaky breath, I moved back from the crowd and created distance between myself and the Lycan who had become the source of my pain.My nails bit into my palms as I fought to steady my emotions. Throughout the festival, I stayed on the sidelines. Nobody noticed or cared. The world moved on without me, as though I didn’t exist.Except for Brian, my younger brother. He was busy making sure the festival went smoothly. As the future alpha, Brian worked extra hard to prove himself. At just nineteen, he already had a mate, and they were the picture of perfection. Brian spotted me as he
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Three
Back home, I stood at the top of the stairs, gazing at the scene below. My dad's voice boomed through the room, warm and eager to please. “Welcome! My king, my queen!” He gestured dramatically. My stepmother clung to his arm, playing the perfect hostess. The Lycan king and his wife inspected our home with disgust as if we lived in the gutter. Despite my dad spending months decorating the house for this visit, they were unimpressed.Shame and desire mingled hot in my throat the moment Justin stepped into the foyer. He was probably not even thinking about me. The thought made me feel pathetic as if I was grasping something that wasn’t there.The Lycan royals moved slowly while my dad kept up his over-the-top act. “Can I get you something to drink?”The king barely looked at him. “Champagne, of course.” His tone made it clear that anything else would be unacceptable.Like magic, the butler appeared with a tray of sparkling glasses. The royals took them without so much as a thank-you. Wa
Last Updated : 2025-01-07
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Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Five
Marissa Justin and I worked in silence, trying to make up for yesterday’s backlog. He didn’t want me out of his sight, so he scheduled all his meetings virtually, hovering close like my personal heat lamp.“You know,” he said, glancing up with an exaggeratedly innocent face, “it’s crazy how you make my work easier.”I hummed without looking up. “Well, you know I’m actually overqualified for this job. Don’t get too comfortable.”He leaned closer, just enough for our knees to brush. My breath caught slightly.“Tell me what you want. Gifts? More money? Name it, and it’s yours.”“Your bribery won’t work on me,” I said dryly, flipping a page. “Because I don’t plan to be doing this forever.”He stretched with a yawn, clearly unfazed. “How about we take a little getaway to clear our heads?”I paused, pretending to consider it. “Tempting, but I have drafts to finish, reports to organize, a desk to declutter—”Justin narrowed his eyes, and I burst into laughter. “What?” I said between chuckl
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Four
MarissaMy fingers were very restless. I was bored, and I licked my leg with cautious hope, wondering why Justin had not resumed work this morning.Justine had confirmed that her brother left the house quite early, and so I was pumped with excitement to finally look him in the eye and share this bond, this secret that I had kept for so long it was threatening to explode.I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. I had done several role-plays in my head. All had one thing in common: he was pumped and glowing with excitement.My energy was restless, impatient. I was one step away from calling him and demanding that he get his ass here.I heard the elevator open. Someone was coming. I got up, grinning, but stopped and sat down when I heard heels approaching.Every bit of excitement I felt flew out the window when I saw who it was.WendyI could already feel the animosity and prepared for her attack. Hate blackened her eyes as she stood right before me, haughty and poised."I see you took your
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Three
JustinThunder cracked like the sky was splitting open. Lightning flashed, and a roar rolled across the land, echoing the fear in my head. I tore through the dark, running, stumbling, gasping. I didn’t know where I was going, but something chased me. Something I couldn’t see, only feel. It breathed down my back.The scent of choking sulfur hit me first. I gagged.“Leave me alone!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the void.From the shadows, the thing moved closer. Slick. Black. Rotting.“I’m your god,” it hissed. “I own you. Worship me.”“No!” My voice cracked as I ran harder. But the faster I went, the closer it crept. It fed off me and thrived on my panic. Its laughter rang sharp, burrowing into my ears until I slapped my palms over them to block it out. My throat burned like someone had stuffed fire down it.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My breath came in shallow bursts. The cool morning air brushed my skin, but it didn’t calm me. I could still smell the sulphur, and feel the
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-Two
MarissaIt almost felt sinful to watch the Queen cry, like witnessing something sacred crumble in front of you. Silent tears streamed down her face, and her breaths came out in uneven gasps as if her body refused to fully accept what her mind had just heard.Her hand reached for her chest, as though trying to press down the pounding of her own heart. Her hood had slipped back slightly. She wasn’t just shocked. She was unraveling.Justine rushed to her side and gripped her arms, trying to anchor her. “Sit down, Mom.”The Queen didn’t resist. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she sank into the seat like all the strength had left her bones. "But how?" she kept repeating, dazed.She stared at me like the answer would suddenly rearrange the facts.I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling them tight. My throat burned from the tears I swallowed. My eyelids fluttered shut, trying to breathe through the panic.Then her voice snapped me open."You knew this all along and didn’t say anything?
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty-One
I saw the round table tucked in the corner of the ice cream parlor as I waited for Brian. My fingers played idly with the paper napkin in front of me—folding and unfolding it, tearing at the corners. Outside, the sun burned hot, and the parlor was slowly filling with children in school uniforms and teenagers crowding near the counter, debating between mint chocolate and strawberry swirl.I glanced at the door for the tenth time, then stopped—finally spotting Brian as he entered.He was easy to find. At a towering height of over six feet, he stood out in any crowd, almost matching Justin’s height."Justin," I muttered, shaking my head.His eyes scanned the room once before landing on mine. The moment he reached me, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his shirt. He hugged me back—one arm around my shoulder, the other smoothing my hair. I stayed in his arms a moment longer than I intended. My brother’s warmth wrapped around me, reminding me I wasn’t alone.When we sa
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Fifty
JustinI leaned into the curve of my desk, finishing the last part of the quarterly report. I glanced at the time—11:42 AM. Without looking away from the screen, I rang Marisa to come in. I just needed to see her face. Her presence had a way of clearing out the static in my head.There was no response.I paused and waited. Nothing.I clicked into another line and adjusted the paragraph, then rang her again. Still no answer. Strange.I leaned back in my chair, pushed to the side, and made my way out. She wasn’t at her table. Her tablet lay on the desk, but her bag wasn’t there. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number—straight to voicemail.“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath, then turned back toward my office. Maybe she had a scheduled errand or an emergency. But she would’ve sent a message. Marisa never just vanished.Once back at my desk, I pulled up our shared calendar. There was nothing scheduled that should’ve taken her out of the building. I checked my inbox—no messages, no a
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Forty-Nine
Marissa I felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I grabbed my handbag and sprinted down the corridor, weaving past startled employees who barely had time to react.Justine's voice rang faintly in the background, calling for me, but I didn’t look back. I slammed my hand against the elevator button. My chest rose and fell. The numbers blinked above the silver doors—12, 11, 10.Come on, I muttered, blinking back tears and clutching the strap of my bag. When the elevator finally dinged, the doors slid open. I stepped in and hit the ground floor button. It began its slow descent. My foot tapped restlessly against the floor.The moment the doors opened again, I bolted through the lobby and out the glass doors. The air felt hot, dry, and heavy. My legs burned, but I didn’t stop until the parking lot ended and the other side of the building came into view.There, by the edge of the building, I slowed down and stumbled toward the concrete wall, leaning my full weight into its surfac
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Forty-Eight
Marissa I woke up with a chill crawling down my spine, the kind that made me want to wrap myself in layers even though the room wasn’t cold. It wasn’t just the temperature, I felt it, deep inside my bones. Like something was wrong.Normally, I wasn’t the type to believe in bad omens, but lately, I was beginning to reconsider. Maybe I needed external help. A fortune teller, perhaps. Someone to map out my disaster of a life and tell me how to fix it.I had expected to spend the night tossing and turning, thinking about my uncertain future. But to my surprise, I had actually fallen asleep. And now, it was Monday. Time to get back to work. As Sydney had so kindly reminded me last night, I couldn’t keep running away from my problems.Before getting dressed, I grabbed my phone, hoping stupidly for a message from Justin.Nothing.A strange feeling settled in my stomach. Was I expecting too much? Had Justine told him? I hated the waiting. It was worse than the truth.By the time I reached t
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Forty-Seven
Justine's POVMy hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The drive home blurred around me. What Marissa had told me didn’t just shake me. It completely unraveled everything I thought I knew.Justin had no idea about the mate bond. I was sure of it.If he did, he wouldn’t ignore it.Not when the mate bond was the one thing that could break his curse.For years, we had prayed for this. Desperately searched for answers. Begged the Goddess for redemption. At this point, Justin wouldn’t care if his fated mate was a damn octopus—as long as she could give him his freedom.So why had this been kept from him?The thought made me nauseous.I was supposed to stop at the club tonight, but what was the point? My family was on fire, and I was sitting in the middle of it, holding the match.By the time I pulled into the driveway, I turned off the engine but didn’t move. I stared at my hands, the silence around me feeling too loud.Everything suddenly made sense.That st
