บททั้งหมดของ The Royal Mate Of The Cursed Lycan King: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Aria’s POVJust when I thought the Moon Goddess had abandoned me forever, she proved me wrong.A mate.Finally.The breath I didn’t know I’d been holding escaped in a laugh—half disbelief, half wild joy. Sparks still burned across my skin, every nerve alive with the undeniable truth: Alpha Darius Blackwood was mine.Me. The runt. The mistake of Bloodfang. The forgotten girl.And yet, the Moon herself had chosen him for me.A smile stretched across my face, so bright it hurt. The kind of smile I hadn’t felt in years, maybe ever. It lit me from the inside out as I began to walk toward him. The crowd stirred, parting instinctively, wolves stepping aside to make way. Whispers rose like smoke through the air, all eyes fixed on me, on us.I didn’t care. For once, the whispers didn’t cut. For once, the stares didn’t shame.Because this was my moment.Was I the only one smiling? Shouldn’t he be smiling too? He now had a mate—his other half, his destiny. He would never again walk through life

Aria POVMy chest heaved like it was trying to break free from my ribs. Every breath burned, shallow and frantic. What was he going to do to me? Kill me? Tear me apart like the rogues almost did?I’d heard the stories—everyone had. The Lycan King, the ruthless shadow who ruled above all werewolves, untouchable, unchallenged, unstoppable. Mothers used his name to scare pups into obedience. And now, out of every cursed soul in this forest… I had crossed paths with him.I bit down on my trembling lower lip, scrambling upright on shaky legs. My head bowed instinctively, as if that would somehow soften the blow of his wrath.Darius might have humiliated me, cast me out, and left me for dead—but at least death by his hand would’ve been predictable. This? This was a nightmare written by the Moon Goddess herself.“I—I must have… crossed the wrong path,” I stammered, voice cracking like dry glass. My feet shuffled backward on their own, slow and desperate. “I’m sorry. I’ll just… I’ll just take

Darius’s POVLyra’s laugh rang through the room, light and sweet, her fingers trailing down my chest as she pressed closer. The firelight painted her skin gold, and the smug curl of her lips was everything I wanted to see.“By now,” she purred, tilting her head, “that little orphan must be dead. Probably ripped apart by rogues.”I chuckled, deep and satisfied, pulling her into me. “Good riddance. I warned the pack she was useless. Weak blood deserves no mercy.”We were tangled in each other, lips brushing, her soft gasp in my ear—when the doors slammed open.The sound cracked through the chamber like a whip.I tore my mouth from Lyra’s with a growl. “What the hell—”Selene stood there.My witch. My tool.And she looked terrified.Her hood was half-fallen, her face pale, eyes wide as though she had stared into the abyss itself.“How dare you barge into my chambers?” I roared, the walls vibrating with the force of it. “I should have your tongue torn out for this insolence!”Lyra hissed

Raiden’s POVI knew before he opened his mouth.The false bow. The overly polished words. The gifts spread like a bribe before my throne. Darius Blackwood was silver-tongued slime in an Alpha’s skin, and I could smell his rot from here.And then—her.The doors shifted and she entered, unannounced, unwilling, but there she was. My little wolf. Clean, radiant, almost otherworldly in the dress my maidens had forced upon her. Light clung to her in ways that made the rest of the hall dull by comparison.Her gaze locked on him first. Not me. On Darius.I didn’t like the sudden hitch in her breath. I didn’t like the way her pulse faltered when she saw him.But I liked even less the smug curl of his lips when their eyes met.Pathetic. He thought she was still his.“Your Majesty,” he began, voice drenched in syrupy humility, “I come with offerings to honor your reign. One of my wolves strayed from Bloodfang. A… lost wolf. Her absence dishonors us. Allow me to return her where she belongs. She

Raiden POVI left Aria’s room furious—though I made damn sure she didn’t see it. She doesn’t need to think I’m the kind of male who snarls at her.But the truth is… I don’t even understand why I’m angry.Why did I lose control like that?One touch. One breath of her scent. One look into those wide, uncertain eyes—and I nearly ruined everything. If I’d stayed a second longer, I would have taken her against that door like a starved beast.What would I have done if I hadn’t stopped? Marked her? Claimed her? Scared her?I’ve been with countless women across the centuries, and none of them have ever done this to me.None have ever made me feel like I’m aching and denied at the same time.None have ever made me feel… weak.What is she?Why does she undo me so easily?I stalk down the halls, the torches flaring as I pass. Warriors straighten instantly, their heads bowed, but it only irritates me. My wolf is pacing inside me, restless, snarling, demanding I go back to her. Every step away fee