Sold to the Lycan King
Your freedom is not yours to bargain with,” his deep voice growled as he closed the distance between us. My body trembled, helpless against the fear of what awaited me.
His fingers traced my check with cruel tenderness, his breath warm against my skin as I leaned in. A shiver ran through me as his lips brushed my neck.
"You're mine forever," he whispered. "That's all you shall ever be–a breeder."
That one word shattered my world. I never wished this fate, least of all to him, the ruthless Lycan King who sees Omegas as nothing more than his sexual plaything.
I wanted him to be my first, though love isn't for someone like me–a discarded Omega with no worth.
Rejected by her Alpha mate, who chose her twin sister over her, Morwenna is sold to the Lycan King, Leofric Thaddeus, as his breeder.
Heartbroken and filled with anger, she vowed to resist him, yet her body betrayed her, wanting the Lycan King's touch. But when her first mate returned, pleading for her forgiveness, Morwenna faced an impossible choice: the love she once dreamed of or the ruthless Lycan King who now claims her body. Perhaps even her heart.
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Chapter: Chapter 54Morwenna's POV Pain exploded across my chest as Leofric slammed into me. Not with claws, not to kill, but with sheer weight and fury, driving me into the ground like he couldn’t tell the difference between love and war anymore. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight. I just braced for the worst, because something in him had broken. His body hovered over mine, every muscle trembling. His breath hitched like it hurt to inhale. Blood dripped from his shoulder onto my cheek. I smelled smoke, sweat, copper, and something worse—fear. "Do it," I whispered. "Finish what the curse started." His hand gripped my throat, but he didn’t tighten. Just held it. Like he needed the contact to stay tethered to himself. His eyes weren’t his anymore—gold burning out, beast bleeding through, something ancient snarling beneath the surface. Then he kissed me. Not soft. Not sweet. It was violence and desperation, the kind of kiss you give when you're drowning and don't want to die alone. I tasted blood a
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Chapter: Chapter 53Morwenna's POV Lightning didn’t strike when I kissed him. It was worse. Silence, then stillness, then the sound of his heart stuttering beneath my palm, like it didn’t know what to do with itself. Leofric didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just stared like he was trying to remember who he was. I stepped back. “Forget it.” “No.” His voice was rough. Thicker than before. “Do that again.” I didn’t. I turned my back and walked toward the command tent, hands shaking so badly I couldn’t close them. I didn’t understand why I did it. Maybe to remind him he was still human. Maybe to remind myself I still could feel something besides rage. Or maybe I just wanted to know if there was anything left between us that the curse hadn’t stolen. But he followed. He always did. Inside the tent, the maps lay blood-splattered and burned. Our entire strategy was ashes. Liora was already waiting, arms crossed, fresh bandage on her neck from where I’d nearly killed her yesterday. “That kiss looked l
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Chapter: Chapter 52Morwenna's POV Blood always tasted like metal and memory. Mine hit my tongue before I realized it was mine at all. I staggered back against the broken roots of the ravine wall, clutching my ribs. Smoke curled from the gash across my stomach, and the power bleeding from it was... wrong. Not just celestial. Not just cursed. Something else had taken root. And it wasn’t sleeping anymore. Liora crouched ahead of me, blade low, breath ragged. Her eyes shimmered with guilt, but her hands didn’t shake. That scared me more than the wound. "You made me strong," she whispered. "And now you have to see what strength becomes." I tried to rise. My vision flickered. I saw her past and mine colliding in brief bursts—her prison cell beneath the tower, my first shift into aetherlight, her betrayal, my mercy. She moved again, and I parried without thought, vision magic burning in my skull. I didn't need to see with my eyes. I saw the angles of choice before she made them. But it didn’t mat
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Chapter: Chapter 51Morwenna's POV Hope is a dangerous thing to give someone who’s tasted too much of the opposite. But I gave it anyway. Not with words. Not with promises. With blood. Mine. The battlefield still steamed behind us, a graveyard of broken steel and burned bodies. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Not from fear. From restraint. My power was no longer a whisper beneath my skin; it screamed, restless and raw, begging to be used again. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust myself. “Keep the survivors bound,” I told the captains. “I want the warlocks separated. No one touches their magic until I’ve seen them.” Sabine’s face was a pale, blood-spattered blur beside me. “You need to rest.” “I need to know who summoned her,” I snapped. Liora trailed behind us, silent. She hadn’t spoken since the fight. Not after facing the version of herself that wore prophecy like armor and betrayal like perfume. That Liora was gone now, dissolved into the firestorm of my wrath. But the damage she left
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Chapter: Chapter 50Morwenna's POV Firelight flickered against the war maps, but I barely noticed. My hands trembled over the parchment, not from fear, not even from exhaustion—but from the knowing. A cold, sharp awareness had settled in my bones, something ancient and final. I had seen what would happen. And I didn’t know if I could stop it. Leofric was dying. Not fast. Not slow. Just inevitable. The curse clawed deeper each day, and though he masked it well in front of the generals, I saw it. In the stiffness of his jaw. In the shadows under his eyes. In the way his hands occasionally spasmed when he thought no one watched. I always watched. Sabine stood by the window, arms folded tight, moonlight painting silver across her dreadlocks. "You can't lead them like this," she said. "Not if your heart's already buried beside him." "He's not dead," I snapped. She didn’t flinch. "Not yet. But you have to plan for when he is." I hated her logic. Hated how she said it with compassion and steel.
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Chapter: Chapter 49Morwenna's POV Pain bloomed behind my ribs again, sharper this time. Like something inside me had started to claw for a way out. I didn’t let it show. Not as I stepped over the ash-streaked bodies of the fallen, not as I pushed deeper into the shattered camp Aedric's generals had left behind in their retreat. My hands were bloody. My boots soaked in it. We’d won the ground. But nothing about it felt like victory. Liora trailed behind me, her sword sheathed but her eyes feral. She hadn't spoken since the battle, not even after cutting down the man who raised her. Her silence was its own scream. Leofric hadn’t emerged from his tent. Sabine met me at the heart of the field. She looked like death. No armor. Just robes dark with blood and smoke. “Two hundred gone,” she said. “We killed twice that. Maybe more. Doesn’t matter.” I waited. She continued, “Yara is still missing. No word from the west front. And the sky turned red over the Hollow.” My stomach dropped. Not the Hol
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