All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Cursed Curvy Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

BELLA The estate is breathtaking. A secluded mountain villa wrapped in pine forests, with sweeping views of mountain peaks and a private lake glittering under the late afternoon sun. Rhain had called it one of his "quiet places."We arrived only thirty minutes ago.And everything is already falling apart.I pace in front of the closed bathroom door like a caged animal, my black hair swinging against my back with every step. Gael and Aragon stand guard just outside the main suite, giving us privacy, but I can feel their tension even through the walls. They know something is wrong.A brutal retching sound comes from inside the bathroom again.My stomach tightens."Rhain..." I whisper, pressing my palm against the cool glass.He lets out another harsh heave. The sound is disturbingly raw.So I push the door open.He's on his knees in front of the toilet, one hand braced against the marble wall, the other gripping the edge of the bowl. His broad shoulders are shaking. Sweat soaks

RHAIN The sun is scorching hot.Every step I take sends a dull throb through my spine. I keep my pace steady, one arm wrapped possessively around Bella's waist as we walk through the quiet streets of the mountain town. She doesn't know how much effort it takes just to keep breathing normally.She looks up at me, those beautiful eyes searching my face."Are you okay?" she asks softly for the third time.I force a smile, brushing my thumb over her hip. "Never been better, Butterfly."It's a lie. A comfortable one. I've told so many that they slip out easier than the truth these days.The town is small and charming. It’s exactly why I chose it. No nobles. No council. No eyes watching my every move. Just us. And the two shadows trailing at a respectful distance: Aragon and Gael. They know better than to get too close unless I call for them.Bella's eyes light up the moment we step into the bustling market square.Stalls overflow with fresh produce, handmade trinkets, and colourful f

BELLA Imagine my shock when I woke up in a strange tent with strange women around me. They dressed me in this ridiculous red dress that clings to every curve like it was painted on. They even brushed my hair until it shone and left it loose down my back like I'm some ancient fertility goddess.And the worst part is that they actually believe it.According to these people, the "vessel" — whatever that means — is always curvy. Wide hips, full breasts, soft stomach. Exactly like me. When they saw the glowing sigil on my chest, they lost their minds. They think it's some sacred mark from the Moon Goddess herself.It's not. It's a curse. Rhain's curse. But try explaining that to a bunch of fanatics who think I'm divine.I tried to run the first chance I got.The moment they left me alone in that fancy tent, I bolted. I ran straight towards the mountains, my lungs burning. I thought I was free.Then the trees started moving.I blinked, and suddenly I was back at the edge of their vill

BELLA My heart is hammering as I throw on a simple robe and hurry towards the door. Three tall, muscular women are waiting right outside. They smile at me. Before I can say anything, they gently but firmly take my arms and turn me in the opposite direction. "Blessed One," the tallest one says kindly, "you must bathe and prepare first. You may see your betrothed after." "I need to see him now," I say, trying to pull my arm away. They don't let go. "Later," another one repeats. I open my mouth to argue but they're already gently steering me down the hallway towards the bathroom. I could fight them, but something tells me it wouldn't end well. The wooden bathtub is warm and scented with herbs. For a while, I just sit there, letting the heat soak into my skin while they wash my hair and scrub my body with soft cloths. After I'm clean and wrapped in a thick robe, they lead me to a small room with a large mirror. One of the women, Hagar, starts carefully brushing and braidin