All Chapters of Fated To The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Justin My patience was running thin as I waited for Justine to return from the club. By the time I got home last night, the housekeeper said she had gone out earlier. I sat, waiting for her at almost 10:30 AM. I glanced at the gift box on the table beside me. She wasn’t the type to be impressed by flashy gifts, but I knew her well enough to pick things she couldn’t resist. Inside was a pair of designer sunglasses, which she was a sucker for, an expensive headset, and a handwritten apology note. I wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate the last one, but I had written it anyway.It was rare for me to admit I was wrong, even rarer for me to put it on paper, but she was different—my twin, one of the few people who had always loved me unconditionally. And now, because of my own damn actions, I had hurt her.I hadn’t meant for things to turn out this way. If someone asked me to define what I felt for Marissa, I wouldn’t even know where to start. I was distrustful. I was emotionally repressed a

Marissa The air carried the scent of pine and damp earth as we ran through the open field where we had gathered. Dozens of werewolves stood in our human forms. It was rare for us to come together like this, but when we did, it was an unspoken tradition to make the most of it.Laughter and hollering echoed around me. Someone had smuggled in a bottle of cheap alcohol, passing it between hands. This was a pack run where we could be ourselves—no pressure, no responsibilities, just pure energy. Since we were within the same age range, I had trained with and fought beside most of the wolves. A few of them had already shifted, and I felt that primal call in my bones. The moments before the shift were always the most exhilarating.My body gave in to the change, and I began to run. The earth turned beneath my paws, and the moon seemed to be smiling on me as my wolf sprinted into the night. I loved the wind against my fur and the joy of movement. Wolves barked and dodged between trees, engagin

MarissaReturning to the Lycan Kingdom after an exhausting weekend felt like coming up for air. I never thought I’d feel relief in a place I once viewed as foreign, but here I was, standing in my room, finally able to breathe.I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and groaned. The dry humidity had turned my hair into a mess. I had been relying on styling gels and buns to keep it in place, but it was clear I needed professional help.The nearest salons were fully booked. My only option was a high-end one in the wealthy district. The price was ridiculous, but I booked the appointment anyway.After sitting under the dryer, I moved toward the styling station. Justine stood near the mirrors, her gaze locking onto mine the second I looked up.Fuck.Guilt twisted in my stomach.Of all the places and times, I had to run into her here.I forced myself to look away, settling into my chair as if I hadn’t seen her. Maybe if I ignored her long enough, she’d do the same.No such luck.“Well

Justine's POVMy hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The drive home blurred around me. What Marissa had told me didn’t just shake me. It completely unraveled everything I thought I knew.Justin had no idea about the mate bond. I was sure of it.If he did, he wouldn’t ignore it.Not when the mate bond was the one thing that could break his curse.For years, we had prayed for this. Desperately searched for answers. Begged the Goddess for redemption. At this point, Justin wouldn’t care if his fated mate was a damn octopus—as long as she could give him his freedom.So why had this been kept from him?The thought made me nauseous.I was supposed to stop at the club tonight, but what was the point? My family was on fire, and I was sitting in the middle of it, holding the match.By the time I pulled into the driveway, I turned off the engine but didn’t move. I stared at my hands, the silence around me feeling too loud.Everything suddenly made sense.That st

Marissa I felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I grabbed my handbag and sprinted down the corridor, weaving past startled employees who barely had time to react.Justine's voice rang faintly in the background, calling for me, but I didn’t look back. I slammed my hand against the elevator button. My chest rose and fell. The numbers blinked above the silver doors—12, 11, 10.Come on, I muttered, blinking back tears and clutching the strap of my bag. When the elevator finally dinged, the doors slid open. I stepped in and hit the ground floor button. It began its slow descent. My foot tapped restlessly against the floor.The moment the doors opened again, I bolted through the lobby and out the glass doors. The air felt hot, dry, and heavy. My legs burned, but I didn’t stop until the parking lot ended and the other side of the building came into view.There, by the edge of the building, I slowed down and stumbled toward the concrete wall, leaning my full weight into its surfac