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Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King /Brown diva
The night air was thick with the lingering scent of burnt herbs and melted wax. I stood still, watching Drusilla as she busied herself gathering the remnants of her ritual—half-melted candles, scattered herbs, and delicate threads of incense curling into the night. Earlier, she had been a bundle of nerves, her hands trembling as she worked, but now she moved with a quiet confidence. A soft hum left her lips as she tucked away the last of her tools, her posture lighter, almost relieved.Dalton flexed his fingers, his gaze locked onto his hand where I had made the incision. The cut had sealed without a trace, as if it had never been there. Even the wisp that had appeared during the ritual had faded into nothingness.I glanced down at my own wrist. No mark. No sign that anything had changed.Dalton broke the silence. “Are you sure it worked?” His voice was flat, but there was an edge of skepticism beneath it as he rolled his sleeves back down.Drusilla nodded, exhaling. “The wisp showed
Last Updated : 2025-03-24Chapter 111
Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King /Brown diva
The usual sharp scent of shower gels and soaps didn’t overwhelm me this time. It was strange, but in a good way. The absence of that sharp sting to my senses felt liberating as I peeled off my clothes and turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my skin.Steam curled around me, wrapping me in a comforting embrace. I stood there for a moment, letting the heat sink into my muscles, soothing the exhaustion clinging to my bones. It felt indulgent—taking my time, not rushing through, simply allowing myself to be.Reaching for the bottle of shower gel, I studied it for a second before flipping the cap open and inhaling the fragrance. Strong, floral, and fresh. Would Thunder hate this? Probably. But she hadn’t stirred, hadn’t complained. Maybe she needed the rest. Maybe I needed this too.A slow smile tugged at my lips as I squeezed the gel onto my loofah, working up a thick lather. The scent lingered as I ran the sponge across my skin, scrubbing away the fatigue, the tensio
Last Updated : 2025-03-25Chapter 112
Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King /Brown diva
Cynthia’s laughter rang out like delicate chimes, blending with the soft click of her stilettos as she walked beside Dalton. She wore a flowing gown with a daring slit, exuding effortless confidence, while Dalton kept to his usual laid-back style—his maroon shirt fitted snugly against his frame, the sleeves rolled up as if he had just finished something that required his hands.Then, as if to twist the knife deeper, Cynthia reached for his arm, her fingers curling around his elbow with practiced familiarity.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to suppress the sharp sting of jealousy creeping through my veins."I told you that would happen," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "But you’re just too stubborn to listen."Dalton chuckled, a low, careless sound. "Can’t help it."Cynthia moved even closer, taking his hand in both of hers. "Well, at least your knuckles aren’t bloodied anymore." Her fingers lightly traced the back of his hand, a gesture that made something dark and ug
Last Updated : 2025-03-25Chapter 113
Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King /Brown diva
The tension in the dining hall was suffocating. Silence stretched, thick with shock and unspoken words. Cynthia’s face was frozen in disbelief, her lips parting as if to argue, but no sound came out.The entire pack had turned their attention to Dalton, waiting for his reaction. But he didn’t even spare Cynthia a glance.His golden eyes locked onto mine.Dalton exhaled sharply, the sound slicing through the tension. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he pushed back his chair and stood. The scrape of wood against stone echoed in the vast hall.I braced myself, expecting his rejection. This was a public moment—there was no way he would choose me over Cynthia, over tradition.But then he spoke."I should have done this a long time ago."Cynthia sucked in a breath, her composure cracking. She reached for him in desperation, her fingers curling around his wrist. “Dalton, don’t—”He turned on her, his voice laced with finality. “Enough, Cynthia.”The authority in his tone sent a ripple
Last Updated : 2025-03-29
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