All Chapters of Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stared blankly at the door as it clicked shut behind Dalton. His footsteps echoed down the hall, growing quieter until they vanished completely. I sank back onto the bed, lost in thought, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. That conversation with him—if I could even call it a conversation—lingered in the air like a heavy fog. I couldn’t stop replaying it, the story he’d told, and the strange weight of his words. He had been so careful with his delivery, subtle yet powerful. It wasn’t just a story—it was a message, a warning wrapped in a tale of a cub in the woods. It made me wonder if there was more to it. He had caught me once, when I was weak, terrified, vulnerable—just like that cub he’d described. And just like the cub, maybe he had plans for me once I was healthy. Maybe he intended to fatten me up, make me comfortable, and when I was at my strongest, sacrifice me in some way. The thought made my stomach churn, a cold shiver running down my spine. But I couldn’t affor

My heart raced, my nerves on edge as Dalton closed the door behind me. The soft click of the door shutting felt louder than it should, making me realize, in a rush, that it was just the two of us in the room.“Take a seat,” he said, his voice calm as he gestured to one of the chairs in the spacious office, walking toward his desk.I glanced around the room, trying to avoid his eyes for a moment. The space was massive, sleek, modern, and elegant, and I had no idea what I was doing here, especially alone with him. I spotted a notepad and a pen on the desk, and after a moment's hesitation, I asked, “May I?” He nodded slightly, giving me permission. I picked up the pen, clicking it open, needing something to occupy my hands. The nervous energy coursing through me was almost unbearable. I didn’t want to appear too fidgety, so I focused on the task at hand. “So, everybody tells me you don’t love parties or fun. What kind of event are you looking forward to, then?” I asked, hoping it would

The days leading up to the ball passed in a haze of activity and confusion. I spent most of my time running around, overseeing the final preparations—arranging flowers, coordinating with the staff, making sure everything was just right. Maria had assigned a team of servants to assist me, but no matter how much help I had, my mind kept drifting back to the strange behavior of the Lycan King.Ever since that awkward conversation with Dalton, I noticed that he’d been avoiding me. The usually confident and commanding King seemed to retreat into his office, keeping to himself. I hardly saw him unless it was during the brief moments he emerged for a shower or when he needed to grab a bite to eat—if he ate at all. It felt… odd. I had hoped we could clear the air, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to even approach him. The tension that hung between us was suffocating.During meals, he was often absent, leaving me to sit at the table alone or with Maria, who was always busy with somet

I watched helplessly as Cynthia and her friends burst into laughter, the alcohol splashing across my face and ruining my makeup and hair. My skin stung as the liquid seeped into the fabric of my dress. My hands shook as I fought back tears, trying desperately to keep my composure. But they weren't done. They began pulling at my hair again, tugging at the delicate fabric of my dress like it was nothing more than a plaything."Just let me go!!" I cried out, my voice breaking as I struggled to free myself. But they only closed in on me tighter, their laughter ringing in my ears like a cruel melody. The music blared in the background, louder now, masking my voice.Cynthia's words pierced through the noise. "Remember what you are, you breeder. That day, when I saw you in the mansion, I should’ve known you were eyeing Dalton. Know this—he is mine. MINE!!" Her finger jabbed at my dress, and then she wiped her hand on a nearby shrub, as if I was something to be discarded."Ugh, don't touch he

Dancing. I had never experienced anything like it before. The rhythm, the energy, the connection—I felt like I was floating, swept up in something I couldn’t quite control. Dancing had always been a solitary thing for me, something I did when I was alone, caught up in the feeling of joy or freedom. But here I was, on the dance floor, in the arms of Dalton, of all people. I could hardly believe it.His presence was magnetic, like nothing I had ever felt before. When he had asked me to dance, I couldn’t refuse. My heart raced, thudding in my chest like it might burst out of me. I had never been so nervous, but I couldn’t walk away. His hands on my waist, his eyes on mine—it was all too overwhelming.Dalton moved with such ease and grace, the kind of confidence that made me feel awkward in comparison. My steps were clumsy, and I stumbled once, stepping on his foot.“Sorry,” I mumbled, mortified.He chuckled softly, his voice low and smooth. “No need to apologize. You dance better when yo