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Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Seventeen
Marissa My words lingered in the air, more of an accusation than anything else. He didnât respond immediately. Instead, he just stared at me. Something intense flashed in his hazel eyes before his lips curled into a dangerous smirk."Why are you turning the tables on me?" he asked, leaning closer.I swear I felt my soul leaving my body.Breathing became nearly impossible, but I forced myself to try. "What are you talking about?"His eyes gleamed with something knowing. "You act like you donât want me."Uh-oh.I took a swig of my drink, crossing my arms over my chest. "If I wanted you, I would have agreed to your advances."He chuckled darkly. "Even when you think I donât notice, you always gaw at me."My heart skipped a beat, but I refused to look away. Then, he reached out, pulled my hoodie down, and twirled a finger around my hair.The act seemed harmless. But it wasnât.It felt better than anything I had ever experienced."Youâre blushing," he murmured, grinning as he lowered his
Last Updated : 2025-02-14Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Eighteen
MarissaMy fingers tightened around the glass as I made my way back to Wendy. I wasnât in the mood for any more nonsense, but fate clearly had other plans.Justine was with her.Great. Just great.She watched me with that familiar desire in her eyes, grinning as if suppressing a sigh. I extended the drink to Wendy.Her manicured fingers brushed against mine deliberately, and she examined the glass as if expecting me to have poisoned it.I had no energy to engage in whatever power play Wendy was trying to set up. Both Wendy and Justine were looking at me like I was a particularly fascinating specimen under a microscope.Unlike Wendy, who thrived on being condescending, Justine seemed intrigued."Anything else?" I asked Wendy, hoping to extract myself from the situation."If it isnât my favorite assistant," Justine said, leaning against my table with a relaxed smile playing on her lips. "Howâs your day going?""Itâs been eventful," I said, keeping my voice polite. "You?"She shrugged. "
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Nineteen
MarissaThe bus slowed to a halt at the general bus stop near the central district. The moment the doors hissed open, I stepped down and had barely taken in my surroundings before spotting my brother leaning against his car, a lazy grin stretched across his face."Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," he called out, pushing off the car and opening his arms wide.I laughed, already hurrying toward him, and crashed into his chest."Hello, little brother," I said, showering his face with kisses. He grimaced as if irritated, but deep down, I knew he liked it."Iâll show you how not so little I am," he said, lifting me off the ground. I yelped, swatting at his shoulders."Put me down, you overgrown puppy!"After having his fun, he finally obeyed, setting me back on solid ground. I rolled my eyes and wiped the sweat off my forehead.A few of the werewolves who had descended from the bus laughed at our exchange, giving Brian respectful nods. Some of the males even shook hi
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Twenty
Marissa A heavy silence settled in the room.Stunned, Brian sat frozen. His blank stare shifted as he realized what I was talking about. "I donât understand.""That makes two of us," I muttered . "I found out at the festival. The moment I saw him, the bond slammed into me. I felt everything. But something is wrong."He leaned closer. "What do you mean?" "He refuses to acknowledge it," I sighed, frustrated. "He won't reject me either. Itâs like the bond doesn't exist for him.âBrianâs fists crashed against the table, rattling the dishes. A glass nearly tipped over. He shoved back his chair, pacing like a caged wolf, barely keeping his anger contained."Why the hell didnât you say something sooner?" he snapped."Because I needed to be sure!" I shot back. "And because I didnât want to humiliate myself! Can you imagine if I confronted him and he dismissed me? That would be worse than rejection."He stopped pacing for a moment, exhaling sharply, as if forcing himself to think."But now
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Twenty-One
MarissaAt some point, I must have drifted off. But, as always, I slept lightly. The soft click of my door jolted me awake. My ears strained against the silence. Someone had stepped into my room.My fingers fumbled for the lamp switch. Light flooded the space, revealing my father standing in the doorway. Still foggy from sleep, I registered his presence. He grinned, bouncing on his heels like a child with the best news of his life.What the hell was wrong with this man, barging into my room and acting giddy in the middle of the damn night?A headache was pulsed at my temples. I shoved my tangled hair back and sat up, rubbing the ache from my skull."Do you not understand the concept of knocking?â He waved a hand. "Why would I knock? Iâm the one who gave birth to you.""Pretty sure that was Mom," I deadpanned. "The one you disrespected every chance you got.â "Oh, come on, Rissa." He rushed forward , yanking me into an exaggerated hug. "My brilliant, beautiful daughter. My pride. My
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Twenty-Two
Marissa I tossed on Brianâs bed, sleep refusing to come. He had spent the night in his mini-apartment with Sydney since my dad now openly opposed their relationship.Had I known things would spiral this way, I would have stayed at the Lycan lodging.The next morning, I stayed in bed. I had no interest in another argument with my dad after last night. But my stomach growled hungrily after I finished the bottle of nuts in Brianâs room.Avoiding the main areas of the house where I knew my stepmother would be lurking, I slipped down the hallway. But she was already downstairs, perched at the head of the dining table like a waiting vulture."Good morning, honey. Come sit and eat breakfast."For the love of everything holy.The table was arranged with an assortment of dishes, but none looked remotely appetizing. Lilith had never been a great cookâher food was either overcooked, underseasoned, or a mess of both.Ignoring her, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of oats, addin
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Twenty-Three
Marissa The drive back to Lycan territory dragged. While others grumbled about returning to work, I was stepping back into a world where my fate had already been decided.I rested my head against the window, watching the landscape shift as Brian and Sydneyâs words echoed in my mind.Maybe somethingâs wrong with him.The thought refused to leave. If Justin truly couldnât feel the bond, what was I supposed to do?Wait? Hope he somehow figured it out?I refused to believe a mate bond could be one-sided. He knew. He was choosing to ignore it.Even so, my stomach tightened with something I didnât want to name. Excitement? No. That would be ridiculous. Curiosity, maybe. I shouldnât be looking forward to seeing someone who flirted with me one moment and dismissed me the next.I was lying to myself.The bond pulled me back to Justin, no matter how much I fought it.---Monday morning, I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the executive floor. My palm felt damp. As the doors
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Twenty-Four
Justin's POVWatching Marissa take a bite of the vanilla cake caused an unexplainable longing to well up within me. My eyes refused to leave her. There was nothing different about her. The same caramel-colored hair pulled into a bun, the same gray eyes. And yet, I couldnât look away. She ate the cake with a slow, deliberate ease, her lips wrapping around the fork in a way that made my restraint slip. The urge to close the space between us, to take that plump lower lip between my teeth, nearly sent me out of my chair. I swallowed hard, forcing the thought away. Where the hell was this coming from?She finished the last bite. Her eyes met mine, and my pulse kicked up. The urge to kiss her again settled deep in my chest."You eat cake like it's a goddamn love affair," I said.Marissa froze mid-bite, her lashes flicking up. "Excuse me?"From her tone, I could tell she was suppressing somethingâdesire, irritationâmaybe both. It fueled me even more. I leaned in, watching her closely."Y
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Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Sixty-Six
It was getting harder and harder to stay private with Justin. Our relationship had somehow become the kingdomâs favorite soap opera. Inside the castle walls, everyone had a theory, a rumor, or a âtrusted source.â And outside the gates? The paparazzi were practically part of the royal staff.Everywhere we went, someone was snapping photos or asking invasive questions. It was exhausting. I hadnât realized how many people tracked your every step when you were bonded to a Lycan prince. Now even my outfit, the way I walked, or how I blinked seemed to matter. I found myself second-guessing every detailâwas my lipstick smudged? Did my heels click too loud?Justin held my hand as we approached the pizza spot Iâd been craving for all week. As expected, the moment we stepped out of the car, the flash of cameras started. A few paparazzi who had been pretending to âjust be aroundâ suddenly appeared from all angles, walking backward to keep pace with us.âPrince Justin, is it true you're planning
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Sixty-Five
Marissa The Queenâs rage came with thunder. It wasnât the typical raised voice or shaking hands kind of anger. It was primal, bone-deep, and terrifyingly loud. Her voice bounced off the ancient stone walls of the royal study like a storm crashing into a cliff. If Sean had been anywhere near her at that moment, she wouldâve carved his name off the family tree with her bare hands.I stood still. A part of me was stunned, but the other part missed my own mother. I wondered how she mightâve defended me if she were still alive and if she wouldâve gone to war for me too. Maybe itâs just something about mothers. No one quite loves the way they do."Well, I think you're going too far to be taken seriously," Justine muttered with her usual sarcastic flair, sipping casually from her glass.The Queen's head whipped around. Her eyes flared wide and wild. My heart genuinely skipped.âToo far?â she echoed, rising from her seat like storm-given legs. âHell no. I haven't even started.âJustine bli
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Sixty-Four
MarissaGoing back to work for Justin felt like willingly stepping into a lionâs den. The moment I walked into the building, all eyes were on me and whispers followed me like perfume.Justin and Wendyâs separation wasnât just public knowledge. It had become entertainment. And now that Justineâs mate was revealed to be a werewolf, people were foaming at the mouth, looking for scraps to gossip about.Everyone had something to say.Some were convinced I was a gold digger, clinging to Justin for luxury and status. Others swore I mustâve used some dark spell to trigger the mate bond. âNo way the future king would bond with a mere werewolf,â they said. âEspecially not one from a crumbling pack.âIf I hadnât already earned my stripes in heartbreak and humiliation, I mightâve cracked under it all. Even Justin and Justine were beginning to ask if I was okay. I always brushed it off."Trust me," I told Justine two days ago while she was getting her hair done, âyou donât know what survival looks
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Sixty-Three
SeanMy hatred for Justin grew like firewood stacked daily on a flame. Every time I heard his name, felt his presence in a conversation or headline, my blood ran hot. He was my target. I didnât care that we shared the same blood. I was obsessed over this revenge. Over victory.Everyone thought Iâd taken the loss like a man. Calm. Graceful. Accepting. But they had no idea Iâd only swallowed my pride to buy time to burn him from the inside out.I would smile, shake hands, laugh when I had to. All while tightening the noose around Justinâs perfect little neck. One step at a time. One move after another.I didn't care whose blood got spilled in the process. Collateral damage meant nothing when I was playing for the crown.He didnât deserve the throne. I did. Iâd worked for it. Bled for it. But life had handed it to him like it was owed. The cursed golden boy with the name, the wolf, the face. While I stood in the shadows, planning how to take it all away.I parked a block away from the sa
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Sixty-Two
Justin âJustin,â Marissa hissed under her breath, her hand tightening on mine. âI donât trust you. What the hell are you up to?âI handed her the simple plastic bag with the black satin dress Iâd picked out, keeping my expression neutral even though I was fighting a grin.âThereâs only one way to find out,â I said, tugging playfully at the edge of her tank top. âBut I promise, itâs not a kidnapping. Yet.âShe squinted at me, not amused. âI swear, if this ends in something ridiculousâââShh,â I interrupted, slipping behind her and sliding my arms around her waist. I kissed the soft skin just below her neck, right over the mark Iâd given her. She shivered. Jackpot.âIf you could read my mind right now,â I whispered against her ear, âyouâd be blushing so hard, youâd need aloe vera.âHer reflection in the mirror gave her away. She was flushed. Trying not to smirk. Pretending to be above it, but I knew better.I spun her gently to face the glass and let my hand rest low on her hip. âYou
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Sixty-One
Marissa We were just about done with lunch when the sound of heels echoed down the corridor.Justine paused mid-chew. âShitâĶ thatâs Wendy.âI wasnât afraid of Wendy, but a sour feeling stirred in my gut. Guilt. Heavy and cold. The kind that clung to your skin and settled in your spine. I hadnât planned to fall in love with someone else's fiancÃĐ. But here I was, sitting next to him at the royal table. The same royal table that the world had assumed sheâd own soon.Every magazine had painted their fairytale wedding. The Future Queen. Elegant. Regal. Loved. Iâd seen the headlines, the edited spreads of her trying on designer gowns, the speculated venues, the flower arrangements, and the wild guesses about their future pups. She was meant to be Justinâs forever. And now I was the shadow stepping into her spotlight.Wendy stormed into the dining room like a queen without a throne. Her fiery red dress clung to her like armor, and her eyes scanned the room until they landed on me. I dropp
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Sixty
Marissa My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open the moment Justin blurted out his fatherâs secret family, right there in front of the Queen and Justine. The air shifted. Cold. Heavy. Like something sacred had just been desecrated. I couldn't dare glance at the Queen. Time slowed. Why the hell couldnât Justin have kept that to himself?âJustin, this isnât even funny,â Justine said, her voice sharp as a blade. She shot her brother a glare. âYou can joke about a lot of thingsâbut not this. This is too heavy.ââItâs true,â Justin said flatly, eyes fixed on his mother. âIâve seen the woman. I dare him to deny it.âMy hand trembled as I reached for him, trying to get him to stop before this turned into a wildfire. The Queenâs head stayed bowed. Sean looked mortified, and Justine actually stepped back like sheâd been pushed.âMy dear, itâs not howââ the King started, lifting his hand, ââJustinâs just trying to twist everything to suit his selfish narrative.âThe Queen slowly raised her
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Fifty-Nine
Justin A soft smile played on my lips as I adjusted the torchlight, lowering the beam so it wouldnât wake her. I traced the curve of Marissaâs cheek with the back of my knuckle, memorizing the peaceful rise and fall of her chest. Iâd never felt this kind of calm before, not once in my life, and I didnât want it to end. She was the anchor I never saw coming, the balm to everything broken in me.Watching her sleep, I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Who wouldâve thought Iâd ever feel normal again? It still didnât seem real. It felt like Iâd stepped into someone elseâs lifeâa simulation too good to be mine. Like at any moment Iâd wake up, cursed and hollow, back to being the joke of the royal house.But when I curled my fingers around hers and felt her warmth against my skin, I knew this wasnât some delusion. This was real. It was here to stay. The pain, the pressure, the doubtsâĶ none of it mattered anymore. I felt overwhelmed in the best wayâlike I could fall to my knees
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King   Fifty-Eight
Marissa The constellation overhead scattered like glitter, and the sound of the ocean made the night feel magical. Nothing looked more beautiful than the sea at nightâdark, open, endless. The air buzzed with life, soft birdsong blending with the hush of waves. I helped spread out the blankets while Justin turned on the battery-powered lamp, casting a warm glow around us. We were all alone. And happy.The wind played in my hair as I watched him, and when he reached for me, I didnât hesitate. Hand in hand, we walked down to the water, dipped our fingers in the ocean, and stared at each other like nothing else mattered.âAre you ready?â I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.âNever been ready my whole life,â he said.âI love you, Marissa,â he added, voice steady, eyes locked on mine. âThereâs no problem, no curse, no system thatâs going to come between us. Not in this world, and definitely not in the next.ââPlease,â I smirked. âI wouldnât want to come back here again anyway. I thin
