All Chapters of Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Being the daughter of an alpha isn’t some glamorous, fairy-tale life. It’s hell. Or at least it is for me. I’m Olivia Archer, the only child of Alpha Drake Archer of the Nightfall Pack. Sounds impressive, right? Like I should be the spoiled princess of the pack, adored and respected by everyone. But reality doesn’t care about what should be. My father doesn’t see me as his legacy or his daughter. To him, I’m nothing but a mistake—a problem he can’t wait to forget. My mom was different. She was my safe place, my light in the suffocating darkness of my father’s cold indifference. She used to tell me that I was her world, that I’d grow up to be someone incredible despite everything. She loved me with her whole heart, even though I could see the pain in her eyes every time my father ignored her. She wasn’t his fated mate, you see. She was his chosen mate, who stood by him when his fated mate rejected him. That should have meant something. It should have been enough. But it wasn’t. T

The morning light sliced through the towering windows of my study, casting fractured reflections across the polished floor. I stood at the edge of the room, one hand gripping the cold sill, my eyes trained on the sprawling grounds outside. The sight of it—a kingdom built from blood, sweat, and unwavering dominance—should have brought satisfaction. Today, it didn’t. Behind me, the soft shuffle of footsteps broke the silence. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Drusilla. Her presence was like the faint brush of wind: gentle, yet impossible to ignore. “What do you see?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but the impatience was real. She hesitated, as she always did. "It doesn’t work like that, my king,” she replied, her words slow and deliberate. “Make it work,” I snapped, turning just enough to catch her eyes—pale, stormy gray that seemed to pierce through me. Drusilla sighed, stepping closer until she stood beside me. She peered out the window, though I doubted she s

The sting of Sid’s words still lingered in my chest as I crouched behind the shrubs outside the packhouse, my heart thudding like a drum. My father’s face filled my mind—a man I’d once idolized, now etched with disdain. My nails dug into the dirt, grounding me against the betrayal unfolding just feet away. I should have burst into the room, exposed Sid for the liar he was. But when I imagined my father’s reaction, the fury in his eyes, I froze. Would he even believe me? The answer came too soon. “She’s nothing but a disgrace,” Celeste’s voice cut through the stillness like a blade. “A shameless little brat who has no honor or decency.” For a fleeting moment, I held onto hope that my father—my Alpha—would defend me. But his reply shattered it. “To think my blood runs in her veins…” His words dripped with loathing. “I cannot believe I birthed something so foul and petty. I should never have chosen a mate. I should’ve waited for you, Celeste. I feel nothing but shame.” My bre

I woke to the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic, every inch of my body aching as if I’d been crushed, broken apart, and pieced back together with clumsy hands. The first thing I registered was the dull throb in my head, a persistent pounding that made it impossible to think clearly. My arms and torso were wrapped in layers of bandages, and every small shift sent shards of pain rippling through me. It felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore, just a husk weighed down by exhaustion.The room came into focus slowly, dim and foreign. The white walls were bare except for the glow of monitors that beeped in a steady, rhythmic cadence, like a metronome marking time. A hospital. Great. I’d seen enough of places like this to know nothing good ever followed.When I tried to sit up, pain shot through me like fire, and my limbs—God, my limbs—felt leaden, as if they were actively conspiring against me. Rest, they screamed, but my mind was already racing. I had to get out of here. Staying in this bed

The explosion outside shattered the fragile moment between us, the shockwave sending a tremor through the room. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could react, Dalton’s golden eyes snapped from mine to the window. His hand dropped from my body as if he were a different man altogether. In an instant, the intimate atmosphere vanished, replaced by something sharp and lethal.“Stay here,” he commanded, his voice low, sharp, and filled with an authority that left no room for defiance.I wanted to protest, to demand answers about what had just happened, but the way his gaze hardened—like stone—made my throat tighten. No argument would get through him. His posture was rigid, his entire being tense with the kind of focus that suggested danger was close. In a flash, he spun on his heel and strode toward the door with a cold, deliberate pace.As he reached the door, he paused, casting a glance over his shoulder. His expression remained fierce, but there was something in his eyes—something de