All Chapters of Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I blinked, disoriented, the flashing lights and pounding music of the club suddenly too overwhelming. Where had Dalton gone? I couldn’t have imagined our entire dance—or the way his hands felt on me, the intensity of his gaze, or the promises laced in his smirk. He was here, wasn’t he?Frantically, I scanned the sea of bodies swaying under the strobe lights, but the crowd was impenetrable. People pressed together in a chaotic rhythm, laughing and drinking, their faces blurred and unfamiliar. Dalton was nowhere. Neither was Cynthia. A pang of unease tightened my chest. If anyone knew where he might be, it would’ve been her. But she had vanished, too.The alcohol muddled my thoughts, turning them into sludge. My head pounded, each throb sharper than the last, and my vision blurred at the edges. I felt lightheaded, as if the air itself were conspiring to suffocate me. The room, once vast, now felt impossibly small. Bodies pressed in from every direction, a tangled mass of limbs and noise

Sid’s eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, bloodshot and feverish, his twisted grin carving shadows into his face. The malice in his gaze was palpable, a dark hunger radiating from him like heat from a fire."You really don’t get it, do you?" he murmured, his voice low and serpentine as he leaned closer. "Why do you think I let you run away in the forest? It wasn’t incompetence, baby girl. I let you hide in that cave. I even ordered the others to turn back. I wanted you all to myself. I planned to take you somewhere safe, somewhere no one else could touch you—at least until the Lycan King came sniffing around."“What are you talking about?” I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief. My body was pressed so tightly against the glass wall behind me that it felt like I might shatter through it.Sid chuckled, the sound sharp and cruel. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. I saw you eavesdropping on us that night. You think I didn’t know?”I shook my head, the room spinning around me. “You…

The door burst open with a thunderous crash, splintering wood echoing through the room. In the wreckage of the frame stood a figure cloaked in shadow, tall and imposing. The broken door lay in fragments at his feet, its hinges groaning as they hung askew. “No,” the voice said, low and unyielding, cutting through the air like a blade. “She belongs to me.” That voice. I froze, my breath caught in my throat. Even in the chaos, even in the darkest moments, I would know that voice anywhere. It was him. My Lycan King. Relief surged through me, almost overwhelming. He had come. He had found me. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I allowed myself to believe I might be safe. My trembling hands fell to my sides as I let out a shaky exhale. Sid, on the other hand, wasn’t so composed. His head whipped around, panic etched into every line of his face. “Security!” he barked, his voice cracking. “Where the hell are the bouncers?” No one answered. Callahan didn’t move

**My heart was racing, my breath catching in my throat.** His face was impossibly close, his golden eyes locked on mine, their intensity enough to unravel me. I froze, every muscle taut as if waiting for a command I couldn’t hear. Then his lips brushed my ear—just the faintest whisper of contact, soft and fleeting. The sensation sent a shiver coursing down my spine, stealing the breath from my lungs. I gasped before I could stop myself, heat blooming where his breath tickled my skin. What was this? I wasn’t even in heat, yet his proximity was unraveling every shred of my composure. Callahan didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned closer, crowding me until his presence was all I could feel. His lips, so maddeningly near, could be mine with the smallest shift. Just one turn of my head, one bold move… But no. His words echoed in my mind: *“Seduce me.”* The audacity of his challenge struck a raw nerve. Did he think I was Cynthia? Someone who played cheap games to gain his a

**Zenovia** I stared at him, trying to make sense of what he had just said. “You bought every single one of those dresses? In my wardrobe?” Callahan’s lips curled into a slow smile, his eyes glowing with something I couldn’t quite identify. “Every one of them, Zee. I know your measurements perfectly.” His words sent a chill down my spine, and my heart skipped a beat. His gaze lingered, but not on my eyes—no, it was lower. My dress had slipped down just a little during our heated kiss, revealing more of my skin. I could feel his gaze tracing the line of my exposed cleavage. I almost wanted to cover myself, but his eyes were too intense, too consuming. Then, I heard it—a low, almost animalistic growl. He immediately forced himself to look back up at my face, his expression darkening. “I want to see my mark on you.” A heat bloomed in my chest at his words, and before I could stop myself, I blurted, “Only if you kiss me.” Why had I said that? What was happening to me? Was