All Chapters of Cursed: The Arrival Of The Lycan Princess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Diana's POVI was crying from my bruised heart in the woods when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I raised my head, and he wrapped his muscular arms around my shoulders from behind.I didn’t need to turn or look at him to know who he was. I just knew from his fragrance that he was mine. I leaned back on him and closed my eyes to let the remaining tears flow down my cheeks.“Why are you crying when I’m here?” He whispered close to my ear, making my heart skip its beat.I smiled and inclined my head toward his firm chest. There was solace for me, my home.“Let me stay like this,” I spoke, inhaling the scent of his fresh cologne and musky, woody fragrance with a tinge of spice. His fragrance had always calmed my inner realm.“Don’t leave me,” I mumbled, placing my hand on his hands around my torso.He said nothing but wrapped his arms around me possessively. However, what happened next? He left me. How could he? I turned around. He wasn’t there."Ren, ren,” I shouted his name.“You can’t l

“Huh,” I averted my gaze, breaking our eye contact, and shifted my focus to Isabella.“Are you fine?” she asked.I nodded and gazed once more at the person embracing me. His eyes had reverted to their normal black color.“Thank you,” I uttered, trying to stand. However, he wasn’t leaving me. His grip on my waist was so tight that I couldn’t move at all.Isabella noticed me struggling, so she stepped ahead.“Raymond,” she patted his arm. He looked at Isabella and left me.“Thank...,” Before I could finish my sentence, he stormed away.“Strange man,” I remarked.“Yeah, he’s Raymond, who broke Liam’s nose today. He’s nice, but sometimes very aggressive.”“From which department? Is he our senior? I mean, he looks older.” I didn’t know why I asked, but that intense gaze made me shiver all over my body.“He’s not our senior, but the trainer. I heard Professor Marcus hired him seven years ago as a trainer for the shift and combat class. I’ve also heard he’s somehow related to Professor.”“Do

Diana's POVMonday,Today was Monday and the time for shift and combat class. Standing outside the changing room, I was nervous and scared. I didn’t want to be a laughingstock here. While I haven’t faced bullying lately, I know that once they find out; I don’t have a wolf. It’s only a matter of time before it starts again. My heart was pumping harder. Alpha Marcus told me to calm down and focus on training. He told me Raymond would go easy on me because it was my first time, but I was scared. Raymond didn’t know I lacked a wolf. If he ordered me to shift, everyone would see my reality and start laughing—and bullying—me.“What happened? Why have you not changed yet?” Isabella asked, coming out of the restroom. She had changed into a sports bra and leggings. I looked into her eyes. Maybe she had understood my hesitation and the pain visible in my eyes. She held my hands.“Don’t worry, I’m with you. We’ll pair up for training, and everything will go smoothly.”“What if he ordered me to sh

Diana’s POV A month later “Diana, why don’t you stay with me in the dorm, and we’ll go to the party together tonight?” Isabella spoke, coming out of the class. Tonight was the most awaited ballroom party. “I didn’t inform the professor, and I didn’t even bring my dress.” “No problem. You can tell him now. Go and tell him you’re staying with me tonight and as for your dress. I’ve so many options, and I swear those dresses are way hotter and sexier than your boring jeans and top.” She pointed her finger towards my outfit. “What is wrong with them? I’m comfortable in this outfit, and by the way, I wasn’t going to wear jeans and a top to the party.” “Then what were you going to wear a ball gown?” she raised her brow, folding her arms on her chest. “No, Clara bought a long-body coon maxi for me. She said it’d be perfect for a party.” “Forget it. I have got a better option for you. Go and inform the professor about your stay here. We’ll enjoy a lot. I’m so excited.” Isabella clapped

Darren’s POV “Promise, I’ll,” She smiled, and the next moment, she withdrew my hands from her face and took predatory steps away from me. Her backward stroll was a masterpiece of art. Her heels clicked softly on the marble floor as she took slow, deliberate steps backward, her eyes locked onto mine. However, I couldn’t lock my gaze as my eyes traveled over her body. “Black,” I whispered, my breath caught in my throat. Her black bodycon dress hugged her body perfectly, showcasing her curves like a work of art. The V-neckline plunged deeply, revealing the soft, rounded swells of her breasts, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to the tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. I gulped down. This was the first time I had seen her like this. She swayed around, and my eyes roamed lower, tracing the contours of her hips, accentuated by the dress’s fitted silhouette. I felt uneasy in my pants. However, when she turned around and took a step back on the bed, the slit on the left side made her t