All Chapters of Gambled To The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Don't kill me, please!" The omega pack wolf knelt on the blood soaked ground and begged. "I have a wife and three little babies! Kill me instead but please spare them." The Lycan wolf tsked mockingly, "Too late, omega. I already killed your wife and babies. There, look at their bodies." He pointed to a huge heap of torn and mangled bodies. A little dismembered arm peeked out from the mess. He was whimpering and shaking his head vigorously, "No, no." In one clean move the lycan werewolf pulled his beating heart out, "And now you are dead too." Blood dripped from his claws as the Lycan growled and scanned the forest for his next victim. Carcasses of that night's victims were littered everywhere in the forest. One thing about this particular werewolf's victims: They were innocent. They had to be innocent. Women and babies especially. He was just cursed that way and he couldn't help it no matter how hard he tried. Except this one woman. The woman his wolf was really searchin

"Kill him." "Cut him up." "Yes! Tear him apart." "Get up from the fucking floor, Jonah." "Oh, he's so dead." "He won't be able to walk properly after this." "Does he have any tooth left?" "Off with his head!" "Get him, Marcus!" "Stop hitting like a fucking baby, you pussy." "Break all his bones. Whoo!"A million agitated voices echoed through the wide wrestling arena witnessing the biggest pack fight of the year.Several hundred werewolves from the kingdom of Adivaine and all other neighboring kingdoms gathered here every year on the night the moon shines brightest in honor of The Wolf Spirit.We come together to watch the most savage and ruthlessly vicious werewolves wrestle to the death for fame.Demons, vampires and witches alike were also in attendance but for more sinister reasons.Everyone except the Lycan King attended these events. He never showed his face in public.I once eavesdropped on two women gossiping in hushed tones at the fruit market,"The last time the Lycan King,

"I don't want to die.""Am I going to die?""I can't breathe.""Help me.""Ple--ase." My last breath caught in my throat, and my fingers dug into his wrists as I stared into his eyes. Those eyes were the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me.Black, empty, cold. Unfathomably evil.I jolted awake feeling feverish. My neck felt stiff and my head was pounding terribly. I looked around, disoriented."Where am I?" I sat up and looked around, wiping drool from my mouth with the back of my hand."What sort of nonsense dream was that?" I rubbed my eyes hard, as if to clear away my memory of those haunting evil eyes in my dream.Yawning and stretching like a cat, I looked around again and jumped in horror, "Oh no! Oh no!""How long have I been asleep? Oh shit!"I was still in Beta Darius's sex chamber and I also hadn't cleaned it up."Oh my God, what's the time? Please don't be past midnight yet. This is the only chance I have at freedom." I pleaded to whoever was up there listening

My eyes fluttered open and all I could see was darkness. Were my eyes really open? I touched my eyes to be sure that I really opened them. "I'm fully awake but why is it this dark everywhere? I can't even see my nose." "I can see you," A rich, velvety voice seemed to caress my ear in response. I suddenly recognized the voice but I didn't remember where I heard it. I racked my brain to remember what his name was. "Who are you?" He calmly took my hand and my wolf, Seneca, hummed appreciatively in my chest. I clutched his hand instinctively and I knew that I would never want to let go. I could have stayed there forever, just holding his hand. I don't understand this feeling. "The reason why it's dark is because you are still weak and you can't handle any shocking revelations in your present state. You need to fully heal before I explain everything to you." His voice held me in a trance. Not his words, his voice. Why do I feel incredibly enchanted by him? Where do I know him fr

Alpha Zane's POV The door to my study shut with a quiet click behind me. No one else dared entered here. I crossed the room, my steps slow and deliberate, but hesitant as they itched to go back to my mate's sleeping form lying comfortably on our bed. Sleep was not something I did often, I'm constantly in too much pain for that. I barely slept due to my curse but even at that, I embraced this one aspect of being cursed because I used my nighttime for deeper, and more complex matters that I couldn't do when prying eyes that hovered around during the day came. Long silver locks and ice blue eyes of a certain Luna filled my thoughts again. Warrick gave me a hard time about me not claiming her yet. I was equally impatient but I was also not an idiot. She was not in a state to handle that yet. The memory of Freya, scared and unsure, lips quivering and eyes brimming with tears sent fury crackling through me like a tidal wave. I welcomed its cold burn that seared me from the inside ou