LOGINShare
Eighteen
Last Updated:
2025-02-17 23:41:07
Related chapters
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Nineteen
MarissaThe bus slowed to a halt at the general bus stop near the central district. The moment the doors hissed open, I stepped down and had barely taken in my surroundings before spotting my brother leaning against his car, a lazy grin stretched across his face."Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," he called out, pushing off the car and opening his arms wide.I laughed, already hurrying toward him, and crashed into his chest."Hello, little brother," I said, showering his face with kisses. He grimaced as if irritated, but deep down, I knew he liked it."I’ll show you how not so little I am," he said, lifting me off the ground. I yelped, swatting at his shoulders."Put me down, you overgrown puppy!"After having his fun, he finally obeyed, setting me back on solid ground. I rolled my eyes and wiped the sweat off my forehead.A few of the werewolves who had descended from the bus laughed at our exchange, giving Brian respectful nods. Some of the males even shook hi
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty
Marissa A heavy silence settled in the room.Stunned, Brian sat frozen. His blank stare shifted as he realized what I was talking about. "I don’t understand.""That makes two of us," I muttered . "I found out at the festival. The moment I saw him, the bond slammed into me. I felt everything. But something is wrong."He leaned closer. "What do you mean?" "He refuses to acknowledge it," I sighed, frustrated. "He won't reject me either. It’s like the bond doesn't exist for him.”Brian’s fists crashed against the table, rattling the dishes. A glass nearly tipped over. He shoved back his chair, pacing like a caged wolf, barely keeping his anger contained."Why the hell didn’t you say something sooner?" he snapped."Because I needed to be sure!" I shot back. "And because I didn’t want to humiliate myself! Can you imagine if I confronted him and he dismissed me? That would be worse than rejection."He stopped pacing for a moment, exhaling sharply, as if forcing himself to think."But now
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-One
MarissaAt some point, I must have drifted off. But, as always, I slept lightly. The soft click of my door jolted me awake. My ears strained against the silence. Someone had stepped into my room.My fingers fumbled for the lamp switch. Light flooded the space, revealing my father standing in the doorway. Still foggy from sleep, I registered his presence. He grinned, bouncing on his heels like a child with the best news of his life.What the hell was wrong with this man, barging into my room and acting giddy in the middle of the damn night?A headache was pulsed at my temples. I shoved my tangled hair back and sat up, rubbing the ache from my skull."Do you not understand the concept of knocking?” He waved a hand. "Why would I knock? I’m the one who gave birth to you.""Pretty sure that was Mom," I deadpanned. "The one you disrespected every chance you got.” "Oh, come on, Rissa." He rushed forward , yanking me into an exaggerated hug. "My brilliant, beautiful daughter. My pride. My
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-Two
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-Three
Marissa The drive back to Lycan territory dragged. While others grumbled about returning to work, I was stepping back into a world where my fate had already been decided.I rested my head against the window, watching the landscape shift as Brian and Sydney’s words echoed in my mind.Maybe something’s wrong with him.The thought refused to leave. If Justin truly couldn’t feel the bond, what was I supposed to do?Wait? Hope he somehow figured it out?I refused to believe a mate bond could be one-sided. He knew. He was choosing to ignore it.Even so, my stomach tightened with something I didn’t want to name. Excitement? No. That would be ridiculous. Curiosity, maybe. I shouldn’t be looking forward to seeing someone who flirted with me one moment and dismissed me the next.I was lying to myself.The bond pulled me back to Justin, no matter how much I fought it.---Monday morning, I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the executive floor. My palm felt damp. As the doors
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-Four
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-Five
Marissa "Thanks," I muttered as Linda handed me a cup of coffee and a plate of toast and eggs. The dining hall buzzed with werewolf employees eating breakfast, conversations overlapping around us.Linda was becoming a friend, though I still kept my guard up after what Genevieve had done. Trust didn’t come easily, but since we were both unmarried, we had more in common than most. There was a quiet grace about her that I couldn’t help but notice.I blew on my coffee, sensing she had something on her mind."So… you and Hector?"I blinked, caught off guard. I set my coffee down. "What about me and Hector?"She took a bite of toast, choosing her next words carefully. "Are you two… seeing each other?"I hadn’t expected that. Her tone was casual, but there was something cautious in the way she asked, as if she were testing the waters."Why do you ask?""Just curious."I studied her, piecing it together. Her eyes gave her away."Not really," I said finally.The relief on her face was unmista
Last Updated : 2025-02-22Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-Six
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-04
Latest chapter
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Eighty-Two
AmayaI got to the field. It was easily the biggest I'd ever seen. Students stood in rows, each section marked by a colored flag. Apparently, our rank didn’t determine the squad we’d be placed in; the last digit of our registration number did. Mine was four, so I was in Squad 4.I headed toward them, and a commotion broke out near the end of the row. Girls were whispering, giggling, and some were even trying to switch squads. All of them were losing it over Prince Wesley.I spotted him through the bodies. He stood tall, calm, and absurdly good-looking in that annoyingly self-aware way. Of course, it was him—Mr. Dangerous Smile himself.I stayed where I was, a good three feet away, not sparing him a glance.The director waddled onto the field, and silence fell immediately. The man looked like he’d swallowed a sofa cushion. His round belly bulged under a tight shirt, the buttons clinging on for dear life. But his voice could scare someone o
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Eighty-One
AmayaI stood stiffly in front of the full-length mirror bolted into the closet wall, tugging at the collar of my uniform. It was stiff, sharp-edged, and reeked of control—black with silver piping and that damned touch of red on the crest.Why red, of all colors? I hated red. Wore red when enemies were near. I used to cry at the sight of it as a child.I turned sideways. The outfit clung tighter than I liked, and the boots made me feel like I was about to salute someone I didn’t respect.The hostel was divided strictly by rank. Sector 1 belonged to the Alphas—sons and daughters of royalty. Their rooms were spacious with private lounges. That was my hostel.Section 2 was for Betas and hybrids. More like a glorified commune.Section 3 was for kids like Xavier—scholarship students and low-rank trainees. Ten to a room, if they were lucky.This wasn’t a school. It was a polished boot camp.Drills at 5 a.m. Combat formations at six. Breakfast at 7:30.Lectures from eight to two.Weapons tra
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Eighty
Amber“My mom is so overprotective of me, it’s sickening,” I complained, sprawled across Riley’s bedroom floor.Her room looked like a makeup tornado had touched down. Lipsticks, palettes, and gloss tubes that were enough product to paint a thousand faces, scattered everywhere. Even the carpet was stained with last week’s highlighter explosion.Riley was my cousin, my best friend, and my other half in everything chaotic. Born the same year, reckless in the same way. We had a combined follower count that scared influencers twice our age, and wherever we went, people noticed. We were the girls other girls wanted to sit beside, the ones guys texted and never forgot. So, the fact that she was going to the Academy without me felt like a betrayal.She kept opening and closing her lip gloss, making that irritating swish-pop sound.“Well, maybe you should talk to your dad,” she said casually.I scoffed. “As if you don’t know my mom has him wrapped around her thumb. He’d jump into a volcano if
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Seventy-Nine
Amaya I sat cross-legged on the floor beside my open suitcase, with clothes scattered like a crime scene as I tossed them in.My dad and Marissa didn’t say it, but I knew. They were sending me away because I was a burden. They didn't have to say it when their energy screamed it loud enough to bruise.I didn’t want to go to the Academy. A place where my life would be regulated down to what time I could breathe. But this was the Lycan world. The closer you were to the throne, the tighter the leash.Most packs didn’t even want royal blood hanging around because it made them nervous. Royal drama caused wars. And the one person who could’ve taken me in, my mother, chose a man over her own daughter.I sighed. These thoughts were toxic, but they never left. I shoved a rolled-up T-shirt into my bag and yanked my phone from the nightstand.Text to Xavier:Guess what. I'm going. Sunday.His reply came instantly.XAVIER: Hell yeah! I knew you'd cave. You and I are gonna rule that place.I snort
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Seventy-Eight
Amaya I clutched my heels in one hand and the gate handle in the other, swaying as I shut it behind me.The night air slapped my cheeks, just enough to remind me I needed to tiptoe. The guard posted outside gave me that look. The one that said you're not like your sister, the perfect little heir who didn’t keep late nights and was being groomed for a crown.I padded barefoot across the driveway. Xavier had dropped me off. I never took my car when I planned to drink. The front door was unlocked. That meant my dad was still up.I slipped inside like I was crossing enemy lines. The hallway was dark, but Amber's birthday aftermath lingered. Scattered chairs, empty glasses, and glitter from the party. I headed to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. I grabbed two slices of leftover pizza, flicked off the light, and crept upstairs. Halfway through, my phone slipped out of my hand and clattered down a step. I mouthed a silent curse and kept moving, pausing at the top to make sure
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Seventy-Seven
Twenty-plus years later Amaya Getting abandoned by your own mother needs to be listed as the most painful form of betrayal.Hearing my mother constantly say no to my request to live with her and her husband made something burn deep inside me. The kind of burn that doesn’t leave—it just sits there, quietly ruining everything.Was I really that unlikable? It wasn’t even about love. She never gave me the chance to know what that felt like. What broke me was the fact that no matter where I went, I was always the forgotten one.Hi. I’m Amaya. I’ll be turning 21 in three months. Bastard daughter of the King they fear and worship—Justin, the Lycan King of the Southern Province. My mother? Wendy. A Lycan princess who got pregnant to secure a spot in my father’s life.Unfortunately for her, he married Marissa—my stepmother, now the queen, and the actual love of my father’s life.I didn’t even know Marissa wasn’t my biological mother until I was eight. My mom popped up out of nowhere like a b
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Seventy-Six
Marissa I needed air. Space. A few minutes where I didn’t have to see Wendy’s smug face or listen to her voice claiming royalty over my life. So I slipped away from the banquet hall, heading toward the other wing of the estate—anywhere that would put me out of her line of sight.But halfway down the corridor, I stopped.My breath caught. The bond struck me like lightning—sharp, primal, and thick with longing. My body responded before my brain did. I sniffed the air, eyes wide, heart racing.Justin.I turned slowly, already knowing.He had just walked in. Fully dressed for the banquet, head turned slightly to the side like he had just caught the scent too. His face was tense, unreadable, but the second his eyes landed on me, everything changed.He froze.His eyes roamed over my body, from the top of my pinned-up hair to the curve of my waist to the heels I barely managed to stand in. First, his expression showed disbelief, then something deeper. Hunger. Wonder. Relief.Then we started
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Seventy-Five
MarissaI woke up with a sharp tug in my chest and the burning need to see Justin.It had been a week since I left. A full week without his voice or touch. Just heavy silence.I already knew the results. I knew he was the father.The memory of that call with Justine still sat on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.“Marissa…”She’d called around 10 p.m., sounding hesitant. I’d expected it, but it still hit like a punch.“The results came in.”I couldn’t speak. My chest pulled tight.“It’s positive. Wendy wasn’t bluffing.”My heart clenched. I bit down hard, tasting blood, just to stop the tears.“How’s Justin taking it?”She hesitated. “He’s… not himself. He won’t talk to anyone. He barely sleeps. You know how he gets when things spiral. He’s blaming himself. And now that Wendy has free access to the family, it’s chaos.”That was five days ago.And now, I couldn’t take the distance anymore. I had to see him, not just because I missed him, but because if this silence dragged on any
Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Seventy-Four
MarissaBrian came down the stairs slowly, pale. His mouth set in a hard line.“Is that true?” he asked quietly. “You cheated on Mom while she was sick?”“Brian,” Dad said, reaching for him.“Don’t. Touch. Me” Brian stepped back, yelling. “You told me you loved her. That you did everything for her. You lied to me!”“Stop it! It's not what you think.”Brian turned to me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”I swallowed hard. “How could I? You were just a kid. Mom made me promise not to poison you against him. She didn’t want you growing up with hate in your heart.”Brian’s eyes turned red and he stared at me. “I thought he moved on because we needed someone.”I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times. But I couldn’t break that promise.”He looked like he was struggling to breathe like his entire world had flipped upside down.I reached for him. “Brian, I’m sorry.”He let me hug him, and I held him tight, my tears soaking through his shirt. Behind us, the shouting continued—m
