All Chapters of Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I woke up with a singular goal in mind: I needed to awaken my wolf. The events of the previous night had left me tangled in a mess of conflicting emotions, but they had also reminded me of what I truly wanted. My first transformation had been a disaster—an uncontrollable mess of emotions that led me straight into Dalton’s arms during my heat. I couldn’t afford to let that happen again. Not after everything.I’d been seen as weak and worthless for far too long, and now, with my wolf finally making its presence known, I couldn’t miss my chance to rewrite that narrative. I wasn’t going to let myself be a pawn in someone else’s game again, especially not Dalton’s. I had watched my mother love my father with all her heart, only for him to discard her for his fated mate. The moment he cast her aside was the moment I vowed that I would never let myself end up in that position. The thought of a mate was intoxicating, but I knew that once Dalton’s curse was lifted, he’d find his fated mate. An

I had always admired Elijah’s easygoing nature. He was so different from Dalton in so many ways. Where Dalton was power and intensity embodied, with his muscular build and his rugged, intimidating persona, Elijah was softer, almost disarming. He reminded me of the boy next door, someone you could trust without thinking twice. He wasn’t imposing in the slightest, but there was something in the way he spoke to me, made me laugh, and went out of his way to make me feel at ease that made me want to be around him more.I tried to ignore the constant ache in my chest as I focused on the present. I had come here to learn about myself—to understand my wolf, how to shift, how to control this power I was still coming to terms with. It was the most important thing right now. Everything else, it seemed, had to come second.As I looked up at Elijah, he gently wiped a bit of sauce off my lips. His fingers lingered on my skin longer than necessary, and a flush crept up my neck. I tried to ignore the

I stood there, frozen, my mind racing as I watched Dalton turn and start walking toward the car. For a brief moment, I was unsure of what was happening. “Huh?” I muttered under my breath, my confusion lingering in the air between us. But Dalton didn’t wait for me to catch up. Without so much as a glance back, he slid into the driver’s seat of the car that the driver had already brought out, as though expecting me to follow. I hesitated for a moment, trying to process everything that had just occurred. My thoughts were a blur, but something inside me urged me to move. I quickly descended the small flight of stairs, my heart pounding as I jogged to catch up with him. My feet felt unsteady, and I couldn’t help but notice the sleek, expensive cars parked in Dalton’s garage, each one shining under the dim light like a piece of art I had never once dreamed of owning. I arrived at the car, and Dalton didn’t even glance at me as he opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat. The silenc

I’ve always loved the wilderness. There’s something about the solitude, the way the trees seem to whisper and the scent of fresh air that wraps around you like a comforting blanket. For years, I’d taken long walks, often choosing the longest route from school to the packhouse just to escape, to breathe, to be alone. It wasn’t just about the peace of nature—it was my way of avoiding Sid and his friends. Alone, I could hear my thoughts without the constant interruption of their voices.But walking with Dalton was different. As I trudged along beside him, something heavy settled in my chest. It was like he had this massive, invisible wall around him, and I was stuck on the other side. His presence was so imposing, so… distant, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being more isolated than ever. My legs were already starting to ache. I had run a lot earlier that morning, and Dalton hadn’t given me a chance to rest before dragging me out into the woods. My muscles burned with exhaustion, bu

I'd always admired Elijah's easygoing nature. He was so different from Dalton in so many ways. Where Dalton embodied power and intensity—his muscular build and rugged, intimidating persona—Elijah was softer, almost disarming. He reminded me of the boy next door, someone you could trust without thinking twice. Elijah wasn’t imposing in the slightest, but there was something in the way he spoke to me, made me laugh, and went out of his way to make me feel at ease that made me want to be around him more. As we sat there, talking, a constant ache gnawed at my chest. I had come here to learn about myself—to understand my wolf, how to shift, how to control the power that still seemed so foreign to me. It was the most important thing now. Everything else had to come second. But despite the determination in my mind, there was something about Elijah’s presence that made everything feel a little less heavy. His easy charm, the way he smiled at me—it was enough to make my heart swell in ways I