Rise of the Cursed Lycan

Lightning's POV"The lycanthropes are taking over!” A paranoid werewolf screamed before a gunshot split through his skull. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.My pack warriors surged forward like into the territory, tearing into everything that dared move. Screams filled the night, mixed with the thunder of gunfire, steel clashing, and the wet rip of flesh. The chaos was a symphony, and I reveled in it. The wailing, the begging, the desperate cries for mercy—they were my orchestra, and I their conductor.This was why I was dubbed ‘Chaos’.I swept through the raging battlefield like a tsunami, bodies scattering wherever I struck. I, for a fact did not need a sword. My hands were weapons carved by nature and sharpened by blood. The perks of being a tribrid had never failed me. Each strike was precise, each kill a masterpiece of carnage.I felt alive in this mayhem. I conquered packs for fun, for the thrill of it. There was an indescribable joy I derived from watching life drain ou

Lightning’s POVSeeing that car parked in front of the pack house brought me discomfort. I was never mentally prepared to face her. Each passing day, she had new tactics. But, I had a feeling why she was here. It’s what we’ve been fighting over for months.I drew a slow breath and opened the pack doors. Lo, and behold, it was just as I thought. My mother, Queen of the Nightwing pack, Ashlyn Sauron was seated elegantly with ten different women lined up in front of her. All with different curves, sizes and skin tones.I almost rolled my eyes.“Hello, Mother,”“Don’t just stand there and give me a cold greeting. Come to mother,” she smiled, stretching her arms for an embrace.I hesitated. It was very hard to say no to her. She always got what she wanted. Sometimes, she forgot that I wasn’t the little, innocent boy she raised anymore.I am Chaos, the man who brings death to anyone in his path.A scourge that burns through packs and leaves only ashes behind. Wherever I walk, nothing was lef

Raven’s POVHer words cut deep. She stepped closer until I could see the meticulous cruelty in her eyes.“This place is under my watch.” She smiled then, but it was all teeth and no warmth. “You will learn your place, slave, and you will stay in it. Cross me and you’ll wish you’d never been born.”Her gaze locked on my face like a promise. The room felt suddenly smaller, every color drained away until there was only her and the chill she brought with her.“Do not show weakness,” Misty said fiercely.I stood there without a word. She leaned close enough that I could smell the cold perfume. “Zane told me the Alpha was wasting his mercy,” she whispered. “I will not waste mine.”She straightened, turned on her heel, and left, the door clicking shut behind her.I stood there, breath shallow, as Misty howled a question in my chest.“What does she mean by Luna? Is she his mate?”I ignored her question as I paced around. “This is not the time to debate that. We need to leave here. I smell trou

Raven’s POVThe sun rays filtered through the window. I opened my eyes and stretched, a quiet yawn escaping me. For the first time in five years, I had slept peacefully on an actual bed. A comfortable one.I sat up slowly, and my stomach growled in hunger. I had eaten only once since yesterday. I sighed. I was used to it. There were days I went without eating at all back in my pack. Falling from grace to being an omega slave in a pack my father helped build, was not the life I had envisioned.And now… getting two mates in less than two days was not what I expected either. I dragged myself to the bathroom, noticing the toothbrush and paste neatly placed on the sink. I brushed my teeth, my thoughts wandering.I had always dreamt of a mate who would love me. Protect me. Take me away from the misery that had become my life. Perhaps the moon goddess had heard my prayers, but only halfway. She gave me a mate who took me away from my pack… but not one who loved me.But then, what if the alpha

Raven’s POVI heard noises downstairs but dared not to leave my room. What if it was a continuation of Anika and Lightning’s issue?But then, when Roselia came to my room and told me the alpha’s mother wanted to see me, I panicked. What have I done wrong?I had meekly followed her. Then, I saw his mother, elegantly seated on the couch with so much aura. She carried so much feminine power. A presence graceful regal, yet fierce. Her beauty was the kind that made you feel both small and safe. Misty liked her immediately.She looked at me ever so gently and I felt my heart tug. I liked her too.“The alpha claims you as a slave, and Ace claims you as his mate. Your choice should be obvious.” She said calmly.“That’s because the alpha doesn’t understand,” I said softly.“Understand what, my dear?” She asked.I looked up at her, then at Lightning. “That he’s my mate.” Shock was evident on her face. It was quick, then gone.“If you say that again, I will break your neck,” Lightning warned, hi