All Chapters of Fated To The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Gentlemen, feast your eyes on my beautiful daughter!" my dad's voice rang out loud enough to make heads turn from every direction. "She carries the proud blood of an alpha and will make the perfect wife for any deserving male!"Pack mates eyes burned into me, and I fought the urge to shrink away, but my dad didn't mind the spectacle he was creating.We were at the annual Werewolf and Lycan Festival, a huge celebration meant to honor traditions. For me, it was a nightmare. My dad had turned it into the perfect stage to parade my single ass around."Dad, this is ridiculous, "I whispered harshly and tried to pull my hand away from his grasp.He shoved me forward toward the first man who approached us. My stomach dropped when I recognized him—my ex-boyfriend’s father. A man ten years my dad’s senior. His gaze roved over me, assessing my body.His eyes darkened with displeasure as I stood rigid, refusing to turn around. “She’s twenty-five,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “Old and expired.”

Back home, I stood at the top of the stairs, gazing at the scene below. My dad's voice boomed through the room, warm and eager to please. “Welcome! My king, my queen!” He gestured dramatically. My stepmother clung to his arm, playing the perfect hostess. The Lycan king and his wife inspected our home with disgust as if we lived in the gutter. Despite my dad spending months decorating the house for this visit, they were unimpressed.Shame and desire mingled hot in my throat the moment Justin stepped into the foyer. He was probably not even thinking about me. The thought made me feel pathetic as if I was grasping something that wasn’t there.The Lycan royals moved slowly while my dad kept up his over-the-top act. “Can I get you something to drink?”The king barely looked at him. “Champagne, of course.” His tone made it clear that anything else would be unacceptable.Like magic, the butler appeared with a tray of sparkling glasses. The royals took them without so much as a thank-you. Wa

Justin's POVTwo weeks laterBloodied and weak, I staggered out of the torture chamber. The metallic stench of blood clung to my skin. My vision blurred, but I blinked back the haze, determined not to collapse again. The physical pain was killing me, but none of it compared to the ache of seeing my mom cry. Her heartbreaking, silent tears cut deep.“Son, please, your physician must administer the last set of needles.”Each session in the chamber felt like another blow to her spirit, and that made my suffering all the harder to endure. I clenched my fists, feeling the sticky warmth of my blood coating my palms.“I can’t keep doing this. There has to be another way—something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”She swallowed hard, trying to choke back her tears, but the pain in her eyes was undeniable. Every week, wolfsbane was pumped into my veins, designed to cripple my wolf. I was forced to inhale the milder version as a cigar in my human form.My body burned with an