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EveThe sight of Lance made my rage bubble and sent a wave of nausea crashing over me.It was a sickening mix of anger and betrayal. He was here. He dared to come here. The bastard stood like he owned the place, wearing a relaxed grin.My gaze snapped to Axel. I didn’t need a prophet to tell me that Axel had invited him. Who else had the power? The realization cut fresh wounds into my already battered heart. He had dragged a nightmare back into my life without blinking, handing my greatest enemy a front-row seat to watch me burn.He believed Lance. Of course, he did. He believed the man who had tried to kill me. The injustice of it all made me scream. Memories of how it all started, how I had found myself spiraling into bouts of sickness with no cure, filled my head. Yet Axel believed Lance’s lies.I surged to my feet, and my furious scream tore through the silence of the night."You bastard! What have you come to do? You dare show your face after ruining my life? Have you come to fin
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EveI couldn't stop crying.A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken.The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.I had been so blind, so naïve, so foolish. And that bastard had turned my life into a nightmare. Axel had almost killed me—for a lie. Such a joke. I couldn't even look at him. All I felt was the crushing weight of shame. I was lost, broken, and betrayed.Somewhere in the haze of my tear-blurred vision, I looked up and saw Axel standing before me. I hadn’t even noticed the others leaving the room. The moment my eyes landed on him, the dam broke again. He extended his hand, and I reached for it, mine trembling as he helped me to my feet. I clung to it like it was the last lifeline I had.
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I lay across my deathbed in the intensive care unit of the pack hospital, waiting for death to come. My body was a prison of pain, each breath dragging me closer to the end.“Fight for us, Eve,” my wolf, Maya’s panicked voice sliced through my consciousness. “You can't give up now.”My cracked lips parted, but no words came out. Maya scratched against me, making me wince. My eyes fluttered closed, and a single tear slid down my temple, disappearing into my matted hair.Beside me was a manila envelope containing all the certificates of my assets: lands, investments, bank details, and everything to be transferred to my husband, Lance, and shared equally with my best friend and doctor, Crystal.Faint voices grew louder outside the door, approaching the room.“Let’s hope she’s dead,” Lance’s voice drifted through the door. “Once this ends, we’ll finally have what we deserve.”My stomach twisted, but I couldn’t make out the rest of the conversation. A sharp giggle pierced the air, too chee
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The private jet landed in the Lycan pack's territory, revealing a walled city with a castle at its center, surrounded by forests.I lay on a stretcher, struggling to breathe, and Maya whimpered faintly in my mind. Crystal adjusted my oxygen mask and gestured towards the waiting ambulance outside. Crystal was my lifesaver. She had arranged everything with the medics here.“You’ll be fine,” she whispered to me. “We’re heading to the Metropolitan Healing Center.”I tried to speak, but only a weak wheeze escaped my lips.My mind whispered treacherous thoughts. A king who heals by day and murders by night. What a fucking joke.Would my parents hate me for going to their murderer? The thought suffocated me with guilt. I shut my eyes tightly as if darkness could shield me from the weight of my decisions. The memory of their deaths came rushing back. Six years ago, after returning from warrior training, sweating, and feeling accomplished, I noticed the gloomy energy in the pack house.Someth
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Crystal’s mouth gaped as if I'd just spoken a foreign language. She dabbed at my forehead with an almost warm rag, useless against the fever still gripping my body.“Talk to me, Eve,” she paused, leaning closer. “You just smiled. What’s happening?”What’s happening? Where could I even start? Could I begin to tell her that the murderer who just walked past was my mate—someone who didn’t even glance at me?“I... I don’t know,” I said weakly, attempting a response. “I still feel sick but a bit... relieved.”She searched my face, and her worry shifted into confusion. “You’ve been fading for weeks. I don’t understand.”“Keep it down,” I muttered, my eyes darting to the nurses nearby. “I don’t want anybody knowing.”“I’ve seen dying patients who experience a burst of energy as if they’ve been given a new lease on life. But it’s short-lived, and they die. I want to be sure—”“It’s nothing like that,” I assured her.She didn’t believe me, and while she turned back to the waiting section, look
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Axel I could feel the hungry, expectant stares from patients, nurses, and staff alike. They all reeked of greed and desperation. Patients who were genuinely sick were here to be healed, while those desperate to seduce me watched with shameless longing. I was their king, their savior, and their fantasy.Rumors of me searching for a mate had sent the pack's females into a frantic frenzy. Every woman, from maids to nurses, even those who were married, threw themselves at me, with some falsely claiming to feel a bond.I sometimes gave in to their advances, letting the attention from the women distract me, but it never truly filled the emptiness within me. The constant attention disgusted me—not that I didn’t enjoy the power it gave me. But it wasn’t enough. With a scoff, I gazed at my drink, aware of the cruel irony—a healer, blessed with the ability to mend broken bodies yet cursed never to heal his own.The Metropolitan Healing Center had become my way of channeling my frustrations.
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Eve A bland meal was before me, but my hunger was stronger, making me willing to eat. Picking up the fork, I poked at the potatoes and sliced through their mushy texture. Surprisingly, when I took a bite, it tasted better than it looked.I was alone as Crystal had dashed back to our pack to manage the hospital. I could manage basic tasks, although with some difficulty, but I assured her I’d be fine, and she promised to return before my next round of medication.My mind wandered back to our last conversation. She had been just as confused and worried as I was about my mate not acknowledging the bond.“Are you going to confront him and demand answers?”“What would I even say?” I replied wearily. “He killed my parents. I vowed on their graves to end his life. Nothing makes sense anymore.”Her eyes softened, and she reached across the table to squeeze my hand. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Take it one day at a time.”My lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Sure, let’s
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Eve My heart pounded in an uncoordinated rhythm that refused to settle, as if it were trying to escape the cage of my ribs. Each thump sent shockwaves through my body, all thanks to this murderer's intoxicating scent that stirred something raw within me.No matter how much I tried to ignore it, his scent curled around my senses. I heard a roaring in my ears and I had to clamp my teeth shut to stop myself from crying out.I couldn't explain how I hated someone, yet my wolf grew restless with need. It was a whirlwind of feelings bubbling inside me, threatening to explode. Feeling a desire for him was dishonorable to my parents, who died unjustly. It was shameful.Across the room, Shahar leaned against the counter, watching me. He was just the opposite of Axel, with a warm smile and confidence that seemed to reach right out to me. It felt real, open, and maybe even a little comforting.I might have felt proud or curious that a good-looking male was paying attention to me in another lif
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Fated To The Lycan Beast One-Hundred and five
EveI couldn't stop crying.A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken.The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.I had been so blind, so naïve, so foolish. And that bastard had turned my life into a nightmare. Axel had almost killed me—for a lie. Such a joke. I couldn't even look at him. All I felt was the crushing weight of shame. I was lost, broken, and betrayed.Somewhere in the haze of my tear-blurred vision, I looked up and saw Axel standing before me. I hadn’t even noticed the others leaving the room. The moment my eyes landed on him, the dam broke again. He extended his hand, and I reached for it, mine trembling as he helped me to my feet. I clung to it like it was the last lifeline I had.
Fated To The Lycan Beast One hundred and four
EveThe sight of Lance made my rage bubble and sent a wave of nausea crashing over me.It was a sickening mix of anger and betrayal. He was here. He dared to come here. The bastard stood like he owned the place, wearing a relaxed grin.My gaze snapped to Axel. I didn’t need a prophet to tell me that Axel had invited him. Who else had the power? The realization cut fresh wounds into my already battered heart. He had dragged a nightmare back into my life without blinking, handing my greatest enemy a front-row seat to watch me burn.He believed Lance. Of course, he did. He believed the man who had tried to kill me. The injustice of it all made me scream. Memories of how it all started, how I had found myself spiraling into bouts of sickness with no cure, filled my head. Yet Axel believed Lance’s lies.I surged to my feet, and my furious scream tore through the silence of the night."You bastard! What have you come to do? You dare show your face after ruining my life? Have you come to fin
Fated To The Lycan Beast One hundred and three
AxelA ChildThe words kept echoing in my mind. I couldn't comprehend it. That child in her womb was likely mine. Or was it?My hands trembled involuntarily. I was a coward to leave Eve alive. But to kill my own child, to add another innocent life to the blood on my hands, would be unbearable. I hadn’t even cleansed the familial curses threatening to strangle me. I didn't mean to add more burdens to myself.I stole another glance at Eve. She was pale, had lost considerable weight. I couldn't look at her—I couldn't bear it. Her motives stared back at me. She wanted revenge for her parents. I had killed them and destroyed her family. It made a twisted kind of sense.I've never trusted anyone. My experiences and position in life never gave me the opportunity to. But Eve's betrayal tore at my heart. She had tried to poison me but hadn't finished the job. I wondered where I would have been had she gone through with her plans.A small part of me whispered that execution felt excessive. But
Fated To The Lycan Beast One hundred and two
Eve The cold steel of the handcuffs bit into my wrists as I walked with my head lowered beside Crystal. The clinking of the chains was a constant humiliation.Two guards who knew me flanked us. My gaze flickered between them—I had fed them once. I remembered their gratitude, their thanks for the food on their plates. But one of them was different. Hardened. Cold. There was no warmth in his eyes. He wanted me dead.He probably thought I had guts—to attempt to poison the king.The courtyard was a riot of color and sound. Drunk nobles clustered together, their wives staring at us like vultures. They loved their spectacle, reveling in our humiliation.I scoffed. It wasn’t like their lives were any better. All they did was drink and gossip, living empty, meaningless lives. The party roared on. Dread settled in my stomach. Crystal and I were forced to sit on the stone floor, our backs pressed against a pillar—like animals. Like prisoners.Three more guards formed a tight circle around us,
Fated To The Lycan Beast One hundred and one
EveThe morning sun slipped through the bars of my cell, and I felt a bone-chilling cold clinging to me. This was it.Axel was not coming to save me.My body screamed with hunger, and the sharp pain that had become my only companion gnawed at me. My skin was swollen from insect bites. I was getting weaker and weaker.Axel didn’t come. He didn’t even try. He didn’t believe me. He believed their lies.This was how it would end—this slow slide into oblivion. They would drag me out of here like an animal. They wanted my blood. My eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t even give me a chance to explain.A violent shiver rattled my teeth. I curled into a ball on the stone floor. My stomach burned, and my tongue felt thick and swollen, scraping against the roof of my mouth like sandpaper. I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry. I pressed my forehead against the stone as the ache in my head worsened.One guard, spitting a wad of tobacco juice onto the floor, gestured toward me.“You reckon they’re
Fated To The Lycan Beast One Hundred
Axel My horror was a mixture of shock and fear, and my body froze.I forgot to breathe. Bile burned in the back of my throat. Everything was happening at once. So fast that I couldn't think. “That… that’s not possible,” I said with nervous laughter. “That can never be Eve?”Shahar angled his body away, and his arms hung useless at his sides.“I wish this was a lie,” he muttered.His words didn’t make sense. Nothing did.All this time, her smiles, touches, moments that felt like love, was it all a carefully constructed lie?The betrayal sliced like a blade in my ribs.I’d always thought I was a master at reading emotion, at spotting liars. I prided myself on sensing people’s motives before they even spoke. Yet I was the fool who let the enemy into my bed.“How could we have been so blind,” Shahar said, crossing his arms and shaking his head, eyes locked on the empty sky. “So stupid.”I pictured Eve’s face and curves. The way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. Those beautiful, innoce
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EveThe lack of light made it impossible to tell day from night. The shackles that bound my wrists bit into my skin, and I trembled as the door creaked open for another round of weeping. They struck me with leather-strapped clubs, and my screams were muffled by the cloth gag jammed between my teeth.Traitor.Dirty little werewolf.Slut.They flogged me while demeaning me with every word. Each blow left bruises shaped like knuckles across my back and arms. My gown hung in tatters as the whip cracked through the air and kissed my skin, searing ribbons of flesh.But I was grateful—because I had heard worse. From the neighboring cell came the moans of a man they had mutilated, his tongue cut out.Once finished with me, they walked away, and the clang of the iron door made me scream.The only light came from a porthole high above—too small to see the sky. My fingers found the stone walls, slick with slime and my own blood.A wooden bowl of unidentifiable gruel was shoved under the door. I
Fated To The Lycan Beast Ninety-Eight
Axel My long journey was full of trials and haunting stillness, felt like a pointless march into madness. I stopped at the place where all vehicles were forbidden. From there, I began to walk. Each step dragged on, slow and heavy. Shifting into my wolf was not allowed—though not like I could even do that anymore. I carried my luggage by hand, water sloshing inside the pouch, and a few folded bills. My tunic’s hood shielded my face as I pressed forward, alone. The guards had been forbidden to accompany me. This pilgrimage demanded isolation.The first village I reached resembled a painting from a child’s sketchbook—mud huts with intact thatched roofs, placed too neatly, too still. Strangely, every window had black cloth nailed across it. The smell of rot and stagnant water rolled through the air like a fog. A woman pounded millet beside a well, and I called to her. She didn’t turn. A man leaning against a goat pen chewed without blinking. No one spoke. My voice echoed back like it ha
Fated To The Lycan Beast Ninety-Seven
EveA relaxed smile crossed my face as I headed to Axel's closet suites which could be best described as a private showroom than any ordinary wardrobe. He had been in a hurry to pack and had made a mess of the place. It wasn't that messy, but I was bored. It had been more than a day since he travelled, and since I had no reason to be cooking and preparing recipes, I needed something to keep my mind busy.My ga scanned rows of drawers, racks, shelving units, and a relaxed smile crossed my face when I stared at his custom boot trunks. Everything about him was powerful. I began to unfold garments from his set of leather suitcases lying open on a velvet bench and separated his regalia from his casual wears and his battle dress uniforms. I was organizing his cufflinks and brooches when I remembered my ordeal with Crystal and Shahar.Crystal had called back after Gaia left, panicking."He's going to suspect that we are playing him," I said to her, feeling so frustrated."I know, I know!" sh
