All Chapters of Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Oliver was going to be the death of me.Every time I tried to distance myself, something inside me rebelled. It wasn’t just my body—my heart ached for her in a way I couldn’t control.She was too pure, too naive, and too damn brave for her own good. The day I brought her home, I had only intended to make amends for my past sins, not entangle her in the darkness that surrounded me.But she stayed. Even when I was cold, even when I tried to shove her away, she never left. And I hated how much that relieved me.I could feel the weight of her gaze now, studying me, waiting—always waiting for something more. I should have ignored it. Should have walked away. Instead, words slipped past my lips before I could stop them.Oliver frowned. "What did you just say?"Damn it."Nothing," I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair.She took a step forward, unrelenting. "No, you said something. Tell me."I should lie. I should say anything to make her drop it. But the way she was looking at m

The ride to the lake felt agonizingly slow, stretched thin by the heavy silence between us. The small space of the car seemed to shrink, making it impossible to escape the tension that had taken root in the air.Dalton was focused on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned pale. His sharp jaw was clenched, the veins in his throat subtly protruding as if he were restraining something—anger, frustration, or something else entirely.I fidgeted with my fingers, my mind still replaying my foolish confession from earlier. I had blurted out my fascination with him so thoughtlessly, without a drop of alcohol to blame for my lack of restraint. What had I been thinking?If he was merely toying with me, leading me to a dead end where my feelings would be left shattered and bleeding, I had nowhere else to turn.Would he do that?The question burned in my chest, but I forced myself to look away, my gaze drifting outside the car window. The night was deep

For a split second, my heart stopped.Did he just say that?I felt my stomach twist, heat creeping up my neck. He knew.Of course, he did. He could smell it. My arousal.I had forgotten that was even a thing.But shouldn’t the water have masked it? Shouldn’t it have dulled the intensity?Panic clawed at my chest, urging me to run, to disappear into the shadows before I embarrassed myself even further. First, I had foolishly admitted my crush, and now my body was betraying me in the worst way.I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my thighs pressed together beneath the water. My dress clung to me, torn and ragged, the delicate sleeves hanging uselessly at my sides.I must look desperate. Hungry.Weak.I turned, intending to take a step back, to put some distance between us, but Dalton moved too fast.I froze.His presence was a force, surrounding me, owning the space between us. I dropped my gaze, unable to meet his piercing stare.“Zee.” His voice was softer than I expected, but

“Huh?” The word barely left my lips before a sudden shift rattled through my body, as if my very bones were breaking apart and rebuilding themselves all at once.A raw energy pulsed through me, so intense that I gasped, or at least I thought I did. My limbs trembled. My spine arched. The sensation was overwhelming—unnatural yet completely right at the same time.And then, everything changed.The first thing I noticed was the fur. Thick, dark fur covered every inch of me, spreading like wildfire. My hands—no, not hands—my paws dug into the damp earth beneath me as my body expanded, stretching beyond its previous limits. I felt my muscles tighten, my joints pop and snap, realigning themselves into something new. Something powerful.Above me, the sky roared in response. Dark storm clouds churned, swallowing the stars and the moon, as if the very heavens had acknowledged my transformation. Lightning forked through the clouds, illuminating the night for mere seconds before plunging me into

Dalton’s shirt smelled divine, carrying the lingering traces of his scent—a mix of warmth, power, and something entirely him. As I climbed the stairs, my fingers unconsciously brushed over the fabric, and an uncontrollable smile crept onto my lips. Every step I took felt lighter, my body still humming from the night before.I was still lost in that warmth when a voice cut through my thoughts."Oh, you’re back."I turned to see Cynthia standing a few steps ahead of me. She wore a sharp pencil skirt and a red blouse, a file in one hand and a pen in the other. Her expression was neutral, but I caught the brief flicker of surprise in her eyes before she quickly masked it."I was looking for you," she continued, shifting her weight slightly. "I wondered where you’d disappeared to."I forced a small, polite smile. I wasn’t in the mood for her, nor did I owe her an explanation."Just stepped out for a bit," I replied lightly, hoping she’d take the hint and move on.But Cynthia wasn’t done. H