Semua Bab Fated To The Cursed Lycan King: Bab 31 - Bab 40

JustinMy mom's hopes were up because I felt something close to relief for the first time in a long while. It seemed that the last treatment had dulled the ever-present ache in my bones and the sensation that my body was on fire. My mom would always check on me, monitoring my food and asking questions—being the overprotective mom she was."You think the last treatment worked?" she said to me.I shrugged. "I don't know. Things look a bit more manageable now."Her eyes were filled with hope. "I told you it would. It is, isn't it?" she said.We were seated upstairs in the family room—one of the rare times I saw my mom naturally, without all the jewelry. Her waist-length hair was let down, softening her features, and she was still dressed in her night robe."I'm going to invite the healer," she said, already calling him. "He doesn’t live too far.""Mom, please, I've got things to do. I have a meeting this morning."She shot me a glare. "I want you to get your full healing and take over th

Marissa“In my pack, it's an abomination for visitors to visit and not get served with refreshments. So, is there anything I can get you?" I said, my gaze darting between Justine and Justin."I'm fine," Justin said stiffly as if he were testing me."Water will do. Unlike some people, I actually have human needs," Justine said, pointing at her brother.I stood up and headed to get the bottle of water. I felt a lingering gaze pressing into my back. I didn't know who was watching among the twins.I barely had time to turn before a group of werewolves approached me with curiosity in their eyes. There was no way these people were going to mind their business."What's going on? Are we getting sent back to our pack?"I opened the refrigerator, taking out the bottle of water. "There is no grand announcement or exile. I'm just helping the prince plan his wedding."A collective sigh of relief passed through the group."Oh, that makes sense," someone said."Exactly. Now, can you let me pass?"Th

Marissa Sitting at my desk with my fingers poised over my tablet, my focus was on Justin's door. He had walked in not long ago, but there was something off about him, and by the time I snuck a peek at him, he wasn’t typing, making calls, or reviewing reports. He was just staring blankly at the screen. I had spent too much time watching this man and knew when something was wrong.And now that I knew the truth—that he couldn't bond the way I did—everything made more sense. I wasn’t overthinking anymore or doubting myself, and most importantly, I wasn’t confused about where I stood. I had the power here.I let him sit with his thoughts a little longer, giving him space. Then, when I was certain he wasn’t about to snap at me, I stood and made my way into his office without announcing myself. Instead, I moved past him toward the machine behind his chair, pretending to be grabbing a file or adjusting something. Then I moved in.My arm slipped around his shoulders, pressing against his back

Marissa The office was bustling because Justin was trying to meet a deadline.Knowing he was battling with things yet still trying to make up for it by being efficient made me sensitive to his circumstances. But whenever he was in work mode, it was always useless to help him, as one could even annoy him after his refusal.He hadn't spoken much except for the occasional request delivered in a business-like tone. I didn't mind the quiet. In fact, I welcomed it. The less I had to engage with him, the easier it was to pretend that nothing could go wrong between us.And, of course, I couldn't keep throwing myself at him like some desperate, sex-starved fool, so I focused on the mountain of letters I had been assigned to sort through for him. Most were appeals, requests, receipts—nothing exciting until my fingers paused on an envelope that stood out.It bore the seal of my pack. The red and white colors had alerted me, and it was directed to Justin.From my dad.An unsettled feeling rested

MarissaSilence descended upon us like an explosion. My leaden tongue couldn't produce words. This was about to get dirty, and it had been my greatest fear.Justin's lips pressed together in a grimace, and his smile wavered. His sister's mouth opened, but nothing came out, and her eyes were wide and staring.Several years ago, I had been in her shoes, barging into the dormitory to find Alan and Genevieve in the act. Except now, this case was more complicated. At least Alan and Genevieve knew they were mates but were hiding it from me. Justin had not acknowledged the bond, and I felt nothing for his sister. Still, the guilt cut sharp at me.Her eyes darted between me and Justin, and I could see the pieces clicking together in her head. She increased her distance, looking like she wanted to attack and run away at the same time."I want to believe that what I saw is not what I think it is," she said, her voice shaking with restrained fury.