All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Cursed Curvy Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

BELLA How could he do this to me? The question loops endlessly as I curl into a ball on the cold, damp floor of the cell. They dragged me here without letting me speak a single word. The dagger they found in my hand was all the proof the epsilons needed. It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from. Tears silently roll down my cheeks. I don't even know who was murdered. Without warning, a sharp, crushing pain pierces through my chest, and I cry out, my whole body shaking. It's the bond. My bond with Steven. Goddess, it hurts. Am I dying? I whimper, coughing up blood as the pain continues to climb. 'Our mate is with another she-wolf', Skye, my wolf, tells me, her voice weak. My heart splits in half, a raw cry tearing out of me. Haven't I gone through enough? Tears continue to leak from my eyes, tremors running through me. My bones feel like they're being shattered into tiny pieces. For a while, I lose track of time as waves of agony continue to assault

BELLA A startled sound slips out of me, swallowed instantly by the warmth of his lips. My mind goes blank. His kiss is not rough like I expected. It's slow. Almost like he's memorizing me. My fingers curl into the fabric of my dress as heat settles low in my belly, my lady parts stirring. His tongue does wicked things to me, arousing me in ways I didn’t think was possible. My heart slams wildly against my ribs, my wolf stirring in restless confusion. Skye whimpers. ‘Mate...' My head spins as realization kicks in. It explains why I feel inexplicably attracted to this man whom I cannot even see. No. This can't be right. His thumb brushes gently along my cheek, tilting my face upward. His lips linger a little longer before he finally pulls away, but he doesn't go far. I can still feel his breath fanning across my mouth. "My queen," he rasps, his voice laced with pleasure. My knees tremble. "I... Your Highness..." My voice shakes embarrassingly. "You may be mistake

RHAIN I've been called madman, lunatic, tyrant, monster, devil. None of them come close. The truth is far simpler: I am a dead man walking who has finally found the only woman capable of killing me... and I can't stop craving her. Bella lies beneath me on black silk sheets, her blind greyish blue eyes wide with tears and confusion, her body already betraying her. Her honey-jasmine scent is thick in the air, mixed with the sweet musk of her arousal. My cock is painfully hard, straining against my pants like a beast demanding to be freed. But I keep control. For now. "Would you tell me the truth if I asked?" she whispers, her voice shaking. Oh, darling. If I told you the truth, you'd beg me to slit your throat tonight. I smile against her skin. "Always," I lie smoothly, dragging my fingers up her soaked panties. "I will never lie to you." She gasps as I press two thick fingers against her swollen clit, rubbing slow, cruel circles through the drenched fabric. "Why me

BELLA The silence lingers for only a second. Then I feel him move closer, slowly and carefully. His large hand gently wraps around mine. He doesn't yank. My fingers loosen before I even realize I'm letting him take the knife.That terrifies me. He's seducing me without even trying.Right after the blade leaves my throat, I hear it clatter to the floor. His warm lips press against my forehead in a lingering, reverent kiss."I promise you, Bella," he says fiercely, his voice thick with emotion. "I will make you see again. I will give you back your eyes. Even if I have to rewrite fate itself to do it."Then his mouth moves lower.He kisses the small bleeding cuts on my neck... and laps at them with his tongue.A strange, tingling heat spreads through the wounds instantly. The pain vanishes, the skin knitting together under his tongue like magic.A helpless moan slips involuntarily from my lips and he groans in response."Walk with me, " He whispers. I gulp.This is it."If I'm meant

RHAIN I want to savour this. I want to ruin her slowly. I need to. Or I'll freak her out. And she won't fall in love with a beast, will she?Bella stands beside the massive bed, still in that sinful wedding dress, her cheeks flushed. Her newly restored eyes are wide, her dilated pupils darting between my face and my bare chest.Clearly, she's inexperienced.The realization sends a delicious thrill through my blood."Take off the dress, butterfly," I command softly, my voice already hoarse with hunger. "Let me see what belongs to me."Her hands tremble as she reaches for the laces. The silk slides down her body like liquid, pooling at her feet. She stands there in nothing but a thin silk slip that clings to every curve.Fuck me twice.Such full breasts, a soft waist, wide hips and juicy thick thighs. My mouth waters."Beautiful," I growl. "Now the panties. Take them off."She hesitates, biting her lip. Slowly, she hooks her thumbs into the fabric and slides them down those gorgeou