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Alina was born a princess but lived as a shadow—powerless, overlooked, and too afraid to challenge the brutal world she was born into. In a kingdom where Weres reigned and Lycans were enslaved, she convinced herself that silence was survival. But when the Lycans rose in rebellion, her family was slaughtered, and she died with regret clawing at her heart. Then, she wakes up—twelve years old, on the day she was first assigned a Lycan slave. Armed with the memories of a future drenched in blood, Alina refuses to be the same passive princess. She will change fate, starting with Casimir—the fierce Lycan warrior destined to lead the rebellion… and the very man who killed her. But altering the course of history is not so simple. As she fights to reshape destiny, she finds herself drawn to Casimir in ways she never expected. Can she truly change the future, or will her choices lead to a fate even darker than before?
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My Lycan Slave 08 Strength Test
A couple of days later...Casimir moves before I even register it. A shadow is shifting in my periphery, and a blur or motion is too fast for my Were eyes to fully process. The next thing I know, he's looming over me, his golden eyes sharp with intent, his body angled forward like a predator about to pounce on his prey.My pulse spikes but I force myself to remain still.I was never a predator type despite me being a Were Royal. It's another pathetic trait of mine that sealed another nail in my coffin as the useless Were Princess in the kingdom.However, there's still some Were in me that gives me the strength not to react to Casimir's predatory aura.I don't look up from my embroidery. If I do, I'll give him what he wants–fear, hesitation, or any sign that I may not be the sadistic and cruel Were Royal but a weak one who he can easily control like a puppet. But I'm not that same girl who once ignored the world because she was too afraid to fight bac
Last Updated : 2025-04-13My Lycan Slave 07 The Test of Loyalty
Casimir's gaze darkens, frustration rippling through him. He wants me to be angry, that's clear. He wants me to react the way every Were he's ever known would. But I won't play into his expectations.Instead, I finish picking the shards and sweeping the tiny pieces in the small dustpan. I stand and head to the small room that serves as a storage room for my cleaning materials, dumping the broken crystal into a trash bag.This room, like every other room meant for Were Royals in the Kingdom, has a small room specifically for their slaves. And no, it doesn't mean that room is supposed to be the slaves' break room but more like a torture or punishment room, depending on what the Were Royal feels like.In my case, I use it as the cleaning room where I store my cleaning stuff. Whenever the borrowed maids don't feel like showing up for their scheduled clean-up, there's no way that I'm letting Sanders do all the cleaning all by himself. Besides, it's a bit unbecoming for him
Last Updated : 2025-04-12My Lycan Slave 06 The Royal Oath
The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority.It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.If the Were Royal who made the Oath didn't follow through, they will be punished, depending on the severity of the Oath they made. The heavier the promise, the severe the punishment.Now, the Were Royals make it a point to hide the existence of the Oath as much as possible. They even erased records of it from the Royal Library.However, the Lycans are well aware of the whole thing and they refuse to forget it as a reminder that even the W
Last Updated : 2025-04-11My Lycan Slave 05 Defiance
I suddenly wake up with a feeling deep in my gut. I look around my dark room, the moon is still high in the sky and everything seems quiet and peaceful.Deceptively so.The air in Lilac Palace is still, too still for my taste. Outside my window, moonlight spills from across the courtyard, illuminating the delicate lilacs in the vase by the window, a soft breeze sways the blooms gently.It should be a peaceful sight but unease prickles at the back of my neck.Something's wrong. I just know it.Without a second thought, I leap out of bed and throw on a robe before stepping out of my chambers. My feet carry me down the hall before I even fully register why, my instincts taking the lead. The palace is quiet at this hour but I trust my instincts.They haven't failed me yet. I just failed myself because I didn't follow and trusted them before.That's when I heard it.A scuffle. A sharp curse. Some heavy footfalls against polished marble.I move
Last Updated : 2025-03-30My Lycan Slave 04 Shared Meal
The King barely spares me a glance before waving a dismissive hand my way. He turns to my siblings. "Take your pick," he says, his tone laced with disinterest. "Claim what you wish and be done with it. I have important matters to attend to." The remaining shackled Lycans tremble under the weight of his words. More are dragged forward, half-starved and beaten down, waiting to see which of my brothers and sisters will decide their fates. I force myself to watch, to etch their suffering in my memory. It's all I can do since I can't save them. Not yet. I can't take any more servants with me. I already attracted a smidgen of their unwanted attention by suddenly agreeing to take Casimir. As much as possible, I want to keep being the ignored and neglected little ghost sister to them and stay far away from their radar. The discussion moves on to matters of treaties, war, and politics. Thankfully, it seems that after the initial surprise, no one seems to care th
Last Updated : 2025-03-29My Lycan Slave 03 A Different Choice
The grand hall is just as suffocating as I remember. Even more so since this is the place where everything ended for me.Gold and black banners hand from towering columns, and the sigil of the Were royal family gleams under the candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of incense, masking the smell of blood, which is faint, but always present.My father, King Aldric, sits upon his throne, a pillar of cold authority. His dark eyes sweep over me once before dismissing my presence entirely. To his right sits Leonel, the Crown Prince, lounging lazily in his chair. His golden hair sparkled under the light, his smirk already in place.For a brief moment, I see the flashback of the throne with Leonel's dead body, his chest agape, heart gone. I flinch and a shudder passes through me, making me feel nauseous.Somehow, that made Leonel's smirk grow wide. The dumbass probably thought I was scared of him. Well, he can think whatever he likes.Meanwhile, the rest of m
Last Updated : 2025-03-28My Lycan Slave 02 A Second Chance
And then, my eyes pop open and I wake up. Gasping. Alive. My body jerks upright, my hands clutching at my stomach, expecting to feel warm blood and torn flesh. But there's nothing. No wound. No pain. I'm not in the ruined throne room where flames, smoke, and death surround me. I'm in my chambers...at least it's the chambers I remember I had when I was still a child. The canopy of my bed hangs above me, untouched by fire. Sunlight streams through the large windows, golden and soft. The scent of lilacs drifts through the air, carried by the morning breeze. Everything is as it was. Or at least...everything seems to be like a normal day. Panic slams into me, my breath coming in sharp uneven gasps as I try to get my bearings. Was it a dream? A nightmare? No. It seems all too real. Too vivid. I saw the kingdom fall. I remember every scream, the smell of blood, every shattered moment. Heck, I felt pain and felt the life drain out of me! I s
Last Updated : 2025-03-27My Lycan Slave 01 Prologue
My eyes pop open and my senses are overwhelmed with the sound of screams and shouts. My nose feels like it's filled with smoke and something metallic from the smells that surround me, and my mouth is dry and seems to be stuffed with ash. My vision swims as my head spins. Every bone and muscle in my body is screaming with protest even as I try to just turn my head to the side. As I focus and my vision somewhat clears, my eyes widen as I see the world around me is burning. Flames lick at the palace walls, turning gold-trimmed banners into blackened scraps. The once-pristine marble floors are slick with blood and bodies–my family's bodies–are sprawled in unnatural angles. I guess that explains the burning and metallic smell but...what exactly happened? If memory serves, today's the day my eldest brother gets coronated. But the coronation and the feast is long forgotten. The royal banners hang in tatters, torn by the very hands that once served us. This is the end. For me. For the ro
Last Updated : 2025-03-26
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My eyes pop open and my senses are overwhelmed with the sound of screams and shouts. My nose feels like it's filled with smoke and something metallic from the smells that surround me, and my mouth is dry and seems to be stuffed with ash. My vision swims as my head spins. Every bone and muscle in my body is screaming with protest even as I try to just turn my head to the side. As I focus and my vision somewhat clears, my eyes widen as I see the world around me is burning. Flames lick at the palace walls, turning gold-trimmed banners into blackened scraps. The once-pristine marble floors are slick with blood and bodies–my family's bodies–are sprawled in unnatural angles. I guess that explains the burning and metallic smell but...what exactly happened? If memory serves, today's the day my eldest brother gets coronated. But the coronation and the feast is long forgotten. The royal banners hang in tatters, torn by the very hands that once served us. This is the end. For me. For the ro...
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