All Chapters of Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The world around me blurred as time seemed to stretch into infinity. My head was pounding, my heart racing, but I forced myself to look up through the car window. It was smeared with blood, bits of flesh from the doctor, and I struggled to keep my eyes from lingering on it. Instead, I focused on the chaos unfolding just feet away from me. I watched as a rogue flew out of one of the windows, his body tumbling through the air, shards of glass scattering in every direction. When he hit the ground, the sickening thud echoed in the space around us. His scream tore through the air, a sound I would never forget.Then, Dalton pushed open the door to the hospital hallway. The sound of it creaking on its hinges barely registered over the pounding in my ears, but what came next was impossible to ignore. He stepped into the wreckage, his body a taut wire of tension, his senses heightened. The acrid stench of smoke, burning debris, and blood filled the air. His eyes darted over the room, scanning

The dim moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, painting a faint glow across the room as I sat frozen, staring into the eyes of the Lycan King. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out the faint rustle of the night breeze. Dalton’s piercing gaze was unrelenting, and with every passing second, it felt like he was peeling away the layers of my defenses, exposing the raw, fragile pieces I desperately tried to protect.Survival. That’s all I could focus on now. My mind raced, sifting through every conceivable way out of this nightmare. Maybe I could spin a story—claim to be a rogue orphaned by a pack’s cruelty. But no, the man seated before me wasn’t one to fall for tales. His authority stretched across territories like a web, each thread connecting him to every pack, every secret. A lie wouldn’t just fail; it would backfire spectacularly.Feigning amnesia? Possible, but unlikely to work. His presence alone made deceit feel futile. His very being demanded honesty, as if the air a

The luxurious room around me did little to soothe the storm in my chest. Plush carpets muffled every sound, fine furniture gleamed under the soft lighting, and the scent of roses drifted in from the open window. A massive wardrobe loomed to my left, its golden knobs glinting like taunts. To my right, the garden sprawled—a masterpiece of nature and man. Flowers spilled over stone pathways, fountains sang their gentle tunes, and gazebos stood like promises of peace. Peace. I didn’t feel it here. This wasn’t a sanctuary. It was a cage. A beautiful, gilded prison built by the Lycan King himself. Dalton. My fingers brushed over my lips as the memory of his kiss resurfaced, unbidden and unwelcome. A hot flush of shame and fury burned my cheeks. I clenched my fists, pushing the thought aside. That man had no right to take what wasn’t his, yet his presence lingered in my mind like a shadow. The knock at the door startled me. “May I come in?” Maria’s gentle voice called through t

Drusilla rose from her chair with determined energy, her sudden grip on my hand startling me. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice sharp with suspicion. She turned, flashing a grin so mischievous it made me uneasy. “To see Dalton. I don’t want him thinking I’m making his *precious girl* do all the work. You better let him know this is your idea.” I froze at her words. *Precious girl?* The phrase caught me off guard, sending a ripple of confusion through me. Dalton, the ruthless Lycan king, thought *what* about me? “But isn’t he in a meeting?” I asked, hoping she’d reconsider. Drusilla waved her hand dismissively, her golden hair bouncing as she shook her head. “Nothing’s more important than this. Honestly, have you seen this place? It’s dull and lifeless. This event will bring some excitement back to the mansion!” I tried to pull back as she tugged me along the endless hallways, my feet dragging. Then I glanced down at myself and felt heat flood my cheeks. I was sti

I stood there, watching her without a sound, as Olivia hummed softly to herself, lost in her own world. She didn’t notice me, standing just a few feet away, studying her every move. Her focus was entirely on adjusting the towel on her head, wrapping it with an almost carefree grace. There was something about her, something undeniably alluring, even in her innocence. She looked so... unburdened, and I couldn’t help but admire her, despite myself.The way she moved, the way the towel clung to her figure, stirred something deep within me. My Lycan stirred restlessly, as if it too was drawn to her energy, to her warmth. A strange tension grew in my chest as I felt the pulse of desire, of something raw, something almost primal, rise within me. She was oblivious to my gaze, absorbed in the rhythm of her own thoughts, the hum of the song she had locked away in her memory.I watched as she moved closer to the mirror, her radiant presence almost glowing under the sunlight that filtered in from