All Chapters of An Offering To The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Eleven!” Luna Amy says with a plastered smile, her eyes skirting over the crowd of us below them. I glance down at the small paper in my hand. My breathing turns ragged and the air around me thin as I place my hand over my erratically beating heart. My clammy hand clutches the paper in my palm, afraid to let it go, afraid to lose it and the freedom that comes along with it. I have been selected. My number drawn and now–finally, I am to be offered to the Lycan King. The virgin who will keep this shit hole safe for one more year, but I have no intention of actually meeting the monster Lycan King who lurks beyond our walls. No, I plan to get outside and run my ass off to find Jude, my little brother, who these assholes exiled for his gentle heart and shifting too young. He was a curse, they said, a bad omen, so they beat him and sent him to his death while I they made to watch. No amount of pleading would save him and with zero control over my gift of healing, I was never strong e

“What are you going to do with me?” I ask him, as he watches me like I am going to run again. And I might, if he gives me the chance, not that it will do me much good with my ankle. “If you are a healer, why are you so damn weak?” he asks, tilting his head.“Are you going to kill me? Or let me go like you mentioned earlier…” I ask, ignoring his question as right now, my questions are more pertinent. If I’m about to die, I need to make a plan.“Damn, you are scrawny.” He mutters, leaning in and looking closer. My cheeks flare in embarrassment and I instinctively hug myself, looking for coverage, looking away as he circles me. Didn’t we go over my shitty body figure earlier? “And your ankle should be healing by now, but it is not. Not that great of a healer, if you ask me.”He seems to talk to himself, or maybe his lycan, as he circles around me, inspecting me. My wolf retreats, licking our wounds and mourning the loss of our mate who just rejected us. Not that we are missing out on mu

*Gemini POV* Beta Bridger walks away from the shimmering transparent wall, leaving me with the mysterious and dangerous lycan king. I bite back the whimper of uncertainty as I glance in Roscoe’s direction, not happy to be left alone with him. Again. The man is intimidating in every form, especially as he stands, looming over me.The number of questions I have seems to be a continually growing list. The first few being what the hell is going on? And why the hell does the lycan king suddenly want to keep me around when he was so quick to reject me and pass me off to his pack? Not to mention his total lack of control moment where the thought of someone else claiming me made his lycan surface with a full rage. I look at Roscoe once more, only to find him watching me. My cheeks turn pink as I clear my throat looking away and then back at him, hoping to come off nonchalant as I try to mentally plan my way out. How long does he plan to keep me around and how hard will it be to escape?“It’

“Roscoe?” I call out, bringing him back from wherever he disappeared to in his mind. He blinks at me, then clears his throat. “Do you still want him dead?” He asks. The rogue, still in his grip, wiggles. “What? I didn’t hurt anybody!” He grits out, trying to loosen Roscoe’s grip.“You are a rogue. Your existence hurts people.” Roscoe says, emotionless.“That’s bullshit!”“The choice is yours, Gemini. Do you want him dead or not?” He asks and I find my anger with the guy is long gone knowing Jude is alive, that he got away and that this rogue only stole his necklace has changed my view.I fix people. I heal them from their pain and injuries. That is my sole purpose in life and while I would kill for my brother, I don’t think that is something that is necessary right now. Not for this guy.“No,” I whisper, meeting Roscoe’s eyes. He hesitates for a moment before he nods and releases him. The rogue tumbles to his knees, crawling away like a rat escaping into a sewer. Neither Roscoe nor

The soft sound of whimpering pulls me from my sleep, causing me to sit up, startled. I look over and see Gemini as she thrashes, little, her fingers twitching. Part of me thinks I should wake, but the other part, the part that wants to know her secrets since she knows mine, watches instead.“No,” she whines, curling into a ball, “No, they can’t be gone.”I sit up, sliding closer to her, not sure if the closeness will startle her or help her. My hand glides over her shoulder, touching the fabric of the shirt I gave her as I give her a soft, hopefully comforting pat. She seems to lean into my touch, and I’m not sure what the hell to do with that.“No, no, no,” she whimpers, tossing and turning to face me. Gemini wiggles into my side, her fingers curling into the blanket at my waist and her cheek pressing into my stomach as she seems to flinch and groan. “What will I tell him?”“Tell who?” I ask softly, trying to distract myself from the tiny sparks that seem to linger from the broken ma