The Cursed Lycan Princess: Chosen By The Alpha

He walked closer, the sound of his footsteps resonating on the ground, echoing with a chilling familiarity, the same movement I had sensed from the person who killed my mother.My heart raced as his presence filled the space, powerful and commanding. Every step sent a wave of dread through me, but I didn’t dare lift my head. I was too afraid of what I might see.“Lower your weapon,” the voice commanded, cold and unwavering.Frederick hesitated, his grip tightening on the sacred blade. “Who are you to come here and try to stop me?” he growled, his voice strained with frustration.The man took a step closer, his presence commanding, as the rest of the pack members snarled, ready to attack. But he didn’t flinch or show any sign of fear. “I am Lucian, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack.”Frederick’s eyes widened in shock, and I could feel the sudden tension rippling through the pack. Lucian’s name held power, and it was clear they recognized it.Without hesitation, Lucian reached down and graspe

Lyra POV Lucian stood up and made his way over to me. “Now that you've spent some time in that enclosed room and changed into new clothes, I hope you're ready to take on your duties as I expect,” he said, curling a strand of my hair around his finger in a disturbingly playful way.I felt rooted to the spot, even though my body screamed for me to step away. His warm breath brushed against my cheek, sending a chill down my spine. The closeness wasn't what unnerved me, it was the weight of his demand. What exactly did he want from me?“I should've known that it was you who possessed the power,” he murmured in my ear, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath, creating a queasy feeling in my gut. I took a step back, feeling an unexpected wave of disgust instead of fear, despite him having saved my life.He turned and went back to the table, downing the contents of his glass in one swift motion.“What do you want from me?” The question slipped out before I could stop myself.He chuckled

Lyra POV I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, my breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. My heart thundered wildly in my chest, and the metallic scent of blood clung to me, a suffocating reminder of what I had just done. The image of the white wolf, shattered and broken, flashed before my eyes, her pleas for mercy echoing in my mind. The sound of her voice, desperate and fearful, clawed at me, cutting deeper than any wound.I had no choice. Lucian's words haunted me, the sting of his hand across my face and his cold threat replaying in my memory. He had warned me that disobedience would mean being dragged back to my pack, only to be slaughtered in front of them as a warning. Fear had taken hold, wrapping its icy fingers around my throat and leaving me with no other option. What I once thought was redemption had twisted into a nightmare I could never have imagined. He had saved my life, and now I was bound to his will, a slave to his commands.The scene replayed in vivid detail,

Lyra POV My entire body ached as Lucian dragged me down the hallway, his grip relentless and his pace unyielding. Pain shot through my joints with every step, and I couldn’t keep the desperation out of my voice.“Please, my legs aches,” I cried, struggling to keep up. “I can’t walk any further.”Lucian didn’t slow down, didn’t even glance back. His face was a mask of anger, and he seemed immune to my pleas. As we continued down the hallway, Bethany came out from a nearby room, a broom in hand. She must have heard me crying, because she quickly abandoned her cleaning and rushed toward us.“Mr. Dom, I’ll take care of her,” she mumbled, her voice trembling but Lucian didn't stop he continued walking. “She’s injured. She needs to be taken care of.” Her voice grew louder, echoing off the walls, making Lucian stop dead in his tracks. He turned slowly, pinning her with a dark, furious glare.“This is none of your business, Bethany. Go back,” he growled.“But sir—” Bethany protested.“Shut u

Varg POV I walked through the woods, carrying her limp form in my arms as I made my way to the car. My mind churned with fragmented thoughts, trying to piece together what little I knew about her. The memory of her first night in my room replayed in my mind. After dropping the word "mate," she’d said something about me saving her.At the time, I didn’t take it seriously. But now...now it gnawed at me.The anger I’d felt earlier from losing my fight had been replaced by something far more complicated: guilt. Was she in danger? If so, what kind? I glanced down at her pale face as she lay still in my arms. For the first time, I noticed how strikingly beautiful she was.Ever since my ex left, I hadn’t spared a thought for anyone else. She’d called me selfish, uninterested in anything but my own priorities. Back then, I didn’t care. I’d convinced myself that as long as I kept out of others' business, they’d stay out of mine.But Lyra had somehow wormed her way past that wall.Her eyes rem