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

I should’ve known something was wrong.My wolf had been restless for weeks, growling whenever my boyfriend touched me. I blamed stress and work. But now, standing outside Alan’s apartment, clutching his favorite wine and still flushed from a courtroom win, the truth hit like a punch.This wasn’t anxiety. My wolf had been trying to warn me. And I ignored her.I froze.Alan was on his knees between another woman’s legs.The wine slipped from my hand and shattered across the tiled floor. My pulse thundered in my ears.Alan's lover's eyes met mine.Genevieve.My best friend.She scrambled for her dress like modesty could undo anything. Alan didn’t even flinch. His lips were still wet from her.He looked up, mildly surprised—as if I were the one in the wrong.“Marissa? Why are you here? You should’ve called first.”Was he fucking serious?My vision blurred. I didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or cry.Genevieve rose and smoothed her dress over her petite frame. “Riss,” she said softly, l

JustinI stood beside my mother in the suffocating heat of the hall, the air thick with the cloying scent of werewolf desperation. Their hungry eyes followed every Lycan who passed, and disgust stirred in my chest. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t be here. The entire werewolf nation was a chaotic mess born of their greedy alpha and his incompetent council.My mother sipped her wine, her gaze sweeping the crowd with a bored detachment.“What exactly are you doing?” I asked, letting a yawn stretch my jaw. “Our workforce is already bloated. We don’t need more mouths to feed.”A quiet chuckle slipped from her. “I’m offering them hope, darling.”“You’re manipulating them.”“Empires are built on manipulation. How do you think our kingdom rose to power? It certainly wasn’t by playing fair.”I tipped the last of the crushed wolfsbane from a leather pouch into my mouth. The bitterness barely registered anymore. After years of micro-dosing, it was part of my routine.My mother’s gaze landed on t

MarissaThe next morning, I barely stepped into the hallway before my father’s voice lashed through the air.“What now? Running again? Sulking because things aren't going your way? That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?”Lilith appeared beside him, as inseparable from his shadow as her smug expression was from her mouth.“Your father’s right, dear,” she said, her voice sweet and useless. “You don’t need more ambition, dear. You need a husband.”I swallowed the burn that rose in my throat and locked my jaw to keep from saying what I really thought.If there was anyone I hated more than my father, it was Lilith.She lost the right to speak about my future the day I found her in his bed while my mother was still dying upstairs. Two weeks after the funeral, she moved in, smiling, as if she hadn’t ripped our family apart.And now she dared to act like she had a say in my life.I had two options—explode and burn the only bridge that led to my freedom, or play the game.I chose the game.“You

Marissa Knowing that my mate had a woman in his life caused an overwhelming sorrow in my heart. I almost collapsed in my seat and covered my face with both hands. Of what use was this bond that was causing me so much pain? It felt like my spine was curling forward, and I was at a loss for words.Why was the universe punishing me? Why did I keep imagining that seeing my mate after waiting for so long would be all bliss, where he would rush to hug me and ask where I had been all his life? I didn’t expect this cold silence and rejection.From how she glided into Justin’s office, it was clear she wasn’t the daughter of a pauper. She was effortlessly beautiful, wearing a statement dress and ridiculously high heels. One look at her, and it was obvious—this was a woman who had never struggled a day in her life.He chose her over me.A lump lodged itself in my throat as reality settled. Of course. This explained the absolute lack of acknowledgment. He wasn’t ignoring the bond because he was

Justin I leaned against my seat and took a drag of the cigarette between my fingers, inhaling deeply. The acrid taste of wolfsbane filled my lungs like numbing poison.The aftermath of the meeting still clung to my brain. My dad couldn't even bring himself to pretend—it was clear he didn't like me, all thanks to that bastard Sean's attempts to undermine me.The cigarette smoke curled around my face as I exhaled slowly, trying to quiet my thoughts.Despite how hard I worked to prove to my father that I wasn't a failure, it wasn’t working. My cousin wanted my throne. That smug fool.Meetings and public events always ended like this. He found a way to undermine me and act like he was the more competent one, like I was some trophy prince keeping the throne warm until someone more suitable—meaning him, of course—could take over.The fucking nerve.I could still hear his mocking voice from today's meeting, casually implying I was overburdened, that maybe it was too much for me to handle a