All Chapters of Fated To The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marissa I tossed on Brian’s bed, sleep refusing to come. He had spent the night in his mini-apartment with Sydney since my dad now openly opposed their relationship.Had I known things would spiral this way, I would have stayed at the Lycan lodging.The next morning, I stayed in bed. I had no interest in another argument with my dad after last night. But my stomach growled hungrily after I finished the bottle of nuts in Brian’s room.Avoiding the main areas of the house where I knew my stepmother would be lurking, I slipped down the hallway. But she was already downstairs, perched at the head of the dining table like a waiting vulture."Good morning, honey. Come sit and eat breakfast."For the love of everything holy.The table was arranged with an assortment of dishes, but none looked remotely appetizing. Lilith had never been a great cook—her food was either overcooked, underseasoned, or a mess of both.Ignoring her, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of oats, addin

Justin's POVWatching Marissa take a bite of the vanilla cake caused an unexplainable longing to well up within me. My eyes refused to leave her. There was nothing different about her. The same caramel-colored hair pulled into a bun, the same gray eyes. And yet, I couldn’t look away. She ate the cake with a slow, deliberate ease, her lips wrapping around the fork in a way that made my restraint slip. The urge to close the space between us, to take that plump lower lip between my teeth, nearly sent me out of my chair. I swallowed hard, forcing the thought away. Where the hell was this coming from?She finished the last bite. Her eyes met mine, and my pulse kicked up. The urge to kiss her again settled deep in my chest."You eat cake like it's a goddamn love affair," I said.Marissa froze mid-bite, her lashes flicking up. "Excuse me?"From her tone, I could tell she was suppressing something—desire, irritation—maybe both. It fueled me even more. I leaned in, watching her closely."Y

Marissa I recovered from the shock of the embrace and leaned into him, feeling his feverish warmth against my body. My concern grew, along with my desire to have my mate.He seemed weaker than usual, yet there was no denying the fact that Justin could never not be good-looking. The scent of the bond mixed with something chalky. Desire washed over me as I tightened my embrace, rubbing his back and feeling the contours of his frame beneath his shirt. His breath was warm on my neck, igniting a fire in my loins as my arousal grew."Are you going to be okay?" I whispered.He pulled away slightly, his eyes flickering up at me briefly before fluttering shut again."Yeah... just a little tired, that's all," he murmured.I wondered if his body reacted to my touch the way mine did."I need to lie down," he said. "Get the laptop to my bedroom."I nodded and picked up the bag. As we entered the room, he leaned against the wall. My gaze fell on his exposed chest, and I wondered where my self-con

JustinWhen I saw Marissa and her companion, an irrational heat flared up inside me.She laughed, her head tilted slightly as she looked at him with amusement. That smile caused something dark and possessive to curl inside me.The guy held her bag like he was her damn knight in shining armor, standing close enough that if she shifted slightly, they would brush against each other.It was stupid, and I knew it. I had no right to feel this way, but logic didn’t matter.Two nights ago, something had shifted inside me when she had touched, hugged, and kissed me.The pain that had clawed at my insides for days had dulled under her warmth. I didn’t understand it, nor had I told anyone, but Marissa’s presence had done something that neither medicine nor any healer could.Seeing her grinning at another man like she didn’t have a care in the world pissed me off, flooding raw jealousy through my veins.I knew it was overly childish, but I couldn’t stop myself.When the guy was gone, and Marissa

Justin and I returned to the VIP section of the club in separate directions. We were just acting like silly high school teenagers, and I assumed that was how my best friend and ex Alan and Genevieve hid their relationship from me because I was doing the same thing. Only in my case, it was worse because Justin and I were not even in a relationship.Somehow, I felt like the star of the show—with Hector, who genuinely liked me and was pretending to be my boyfriend, Justine, who wanted something romantic with me, and then Justin, my mate, who had not acknowledged the bond, even though we had just made out seconds ago. This was all messed up. Never in my life would I have assumed that at my age—when my mates were almost done having babies—I would find myself in such a predicament.Perhaps that was why I was getting a bit hypnotic as I sat with Hector at the bar, trying to enjoy myself. But my focus kept drifting, and my eyes betrayed me every few minutes. Justin had gone back to Wendy, and