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Marissa The car rolled to a stop in front of the lodging. The night was quiet, carrying the kind of silence that made everything feel more intimate.I had barely taken two steps when I also heard Justin’s door open. I turned, and he leaned against the car. Without warning, he opened his arms and pulled me into a hug.My first instinct was to push him away—someone could be watching—but Justin didn’t seem to care. I could feel his heartbeat steady against my cheek, and his scent invaded my senses.When I tilted my head up, his lips were on mine. The kiss was slow and drugging, neither of us willing to admit just how much we had wanted this.Justin deepened it, his hands tightening on my waist, and I melted into him. The bond roared to life, making my toes curl. My fingers found the fabric of his shirt, gripping it as if I needed something to anchor me to the moment.But then my mind screamed at me—what if someone saw?I pulled away, pressing my palms against his chest. “People could be
Last Updated : 2025-03-04Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-Eight
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-05Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Twenty-Nine
MarissaI heard Justin call my name just as I was heading past the other side of the lounge downstairs. My heart swelled with satisfaction. I had planned this. I saw him leaving earlier, quickly put the pieces together, and decided to take the same route."You must be bored out of your mind if you’re ditching your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend to stalk me," Justin said, smirking as he fell into step beside me.I turned my head just enough to give him a pointed look. "What if I am? What are you going to do about it?""Many things," he winked.I rolled my eyes, walking past him and stepping out into the night. The air was thick and humid, the dim glow of the streetlamps barely cutting through the darkness. The parking lot stretched ahead, mostly deserted, save for a few scattered cars.Justin’s footsteps followed behind me."Are you in any way throwing a bait at me?" he asked, his voice teasing.I smiled to myself. "That depends on what you consider a bait."Before I could take another
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Thirty
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Thirty-one
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Thirty-Two
MarissaI stared at my phone, rereading Justin's message for the third time, and a sheepish smile appeared on my face. I was so stupid for reacting to his words and actions and reeking of giddiness.Thinking about what we could do alone made me grow feverish, tingles flooding my body before I forcefully squashed the feeling. I was not going to sit around like some starry-eyed fool, feeling giddy over someone who was literally engaged to someone else. Plus, his sister was coming along. That was enough to make the excitement fizzle. I dropped my phone onto the table, knowing I was getting ahead of myself.Justine would be all over me, watching me with those expectant eyes, hoping to win me over. It was exhausting.I lay on the bed, my mind flooding back to Hector's reaction when I told him that Justin and I were mates. He looked at me like someone had just told him his favorite movie series was discontinued."I don't believe you," he said, giving me a deadpan stare. Then he gave me the
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Thirty-three
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Fated To The Cursed Lycan King Thirty-Four
Justin"Mom, take that off my face," I warned, staring at her with restrained anger.Across from me, she stood like a military general, holding the enemy—a glass of water and a container filled with oversized, chalky pills that tasted like ground-up despair."I feel fine. You're overthinking this," I said, deadpan, leaning back against my headboard."Come on, honey. Just because you haven't had an episode recently doesn't mean we should get too comfortable."I sighed, exasperated. "Didn't you say some days ago that this was a sign I was healing? Things were looking better? So what's with the backtracking? Shouldn’t we be celebrating progress?""I'm being careful," she said. "We need to be careful."Her voice softened at the last part, and I knew she was worried. But still, the damn pills were massive."Fine. I'll break them to make swallowing easier," she offered, but I already knew she wasn’t budging.Then her voice took on that no-nonsense edge. "No matter how old you are, I’m still
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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
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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
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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
