All Chapters of Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The dance with Oliver had driven me to the edge. The Beast within me, my untamed Lycan, was clawing its way to the surface, making it harder to control with every passing moment. Every day, my restraint slipped a little further as she lingered under my roof, just a few rooms away. Her presence was a constant test of my willpower, and the tension within me was becoming unbearable. I had every right to touch her, to claim her. But something about it felt profoundly wrong. Oliver wasn’t trying to entice me—not with her body, her looks, or anything else. If anything, she was the picture of modesty. And maybe that’s what made her so damn alluring. She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essenc

The moonlight spilled through the ornate windows of the Lycan King’s chambers, casting an ethereal glow over the room. Oliver lay sprawled on the plush bed, her breathing labored, her body trembling with unrelenting need. Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions—desire, shame, and a raw, primal hunger that refused to be ignored. She could scarcely believe how far she had fallen. Just weeks ago, the idea of submitting to Dalton, the Lycan King, would have been unthinkable. She would have laughed in anyone’s face for suggesting it. Yet here she was, her body betraying her resolve, aching for his touch, his dominance. It had started with a kiss. A simple kiss that had ignited something within her she couldn’t explain. Ever since then, Dalton had occupied her thoughts, invading her dreams and waking hours alike. His presence had a gravitational pull, and her body responded to him in ways she couldn’t control, couldn’t deny.Now, his hands were on her, rough yet careful, tearing away t

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration as I sat in the quiet of the garden, my mind spiraling through conflicting thoughts. If someone had told me just a few weeks ago that I would willingly submit to Dalton, the Lycan King, I would’ve laughed in their face. Yet, here I was, struggling to control the heat pulsing through my body. My wolf hadn’t fully awakened yet, leaving me in a state of uncertainty. The transformation process had begun, but it had been interrupted when my body collapsed, spiraling into a heat that forced Dalton to mark me.I was no closer to understanding why things had turned out this way. Dalton, a powerful and commanding figure, most likely wanted a strong mate by his side—a werewolf who had fully transformed. Not a girl whose wolf remained dormant. I had made a choice. I asked him to mark me, partly because I didn’t want to be labeled as a failure. The pressure to succeed in the transformation had weighed heavily on me. If anyone knew I had tried and fa

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I had thought Dalton hadn’t noticed me, but the deep, commanding sound of his voice shattered that illusion. Slowly, I turned around, locking eyes with him. His expression was stern, yet there was a flicker of curiosity in his gaze that made me feel like I was being scrutinized.My mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, for something, anything to say. But the words wouldn’t come. Panic surged within me, making my heart beat faster, as if it might leap out of my chest. “Come here,” Dalton’s voice sliced through the thick tension in the room. His command was simple, yet it carried an undeniable weight, and I could feel it in my bones. He was seated at his desk, still holding the marker, but his attention was already back on the file in front of him.I hesitated, but I couldn’t resist. With shaky steps, I reluctantly approached him. My eyes darted around the room, avoiding his gaze as I made my way to the chair opposite him. The

I couldn’t make out who it was, but I could clearly see the outline of a curvy figure and long hair swishing as she moved. A strange wave of curiosity tugged at me, urging me to get a better look. Without thinking, I slowly advanced towards his office, taking care to stay hidden in the shadows. The lights were off, which worked in my favor, allowing me to remain unseen. I peered around the edge of the dimly lit doorway, the blinds in his office only partially drawn. Through the slits, I could make out the faint glow of a desk lamp, and I could hear the rustling of fabric and the soft shuffle of papers. Dalton was busy with something important, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out what it was. I bit my lower lip, the gnawing uncertainty making it hard to focus. I didn’t know what I was doing—whether I should turn around and leave, or press forward and risk being caught. The office door was slightly ajar, just enough for me to hear murmurs inside, though I couldn’t understand the