All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Cursed Curvy Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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~41~ UNCERTAINTY

BELLA My entire body is shaking, a strange fear gripping me. I want to know what really happened in the past. But, I am deeply afraid of what it would do to me."The Queen Mother told me something once," I whisper.Talia frowns. I swallow hard. "She said I cursed Rhain. Maybe I hated him." My voice cracks. "Maybe that's why."Fresh tears sting my eyes."Besides, I lost a baby." My hand drifts unconsciously to my stomach. "Maybe it was his."The thought feels like a knife twisting between my ribs."What if that's why I cursed him?" I whisper. "What if I wanted revenge?"For a moment, Talia simply stares at me. Then she squeezes my hands gently."No."The certainty in her voice startles me."What?""No." Talia shakes her head. "That's not why.""But—""You weren't trying to avenge your child."Fear begins crawling down my spine as Talia's eyes shine with old grief."You were trying to avenge your family."My pulse starts racing. "My family?"Talia nods and I stare at her, dread sl

~42~ ACHING HEARTS

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

~43~ A RAY OF SUNLIGHT

BELLA A trembling breath answers from the other end of the line."Oh, sweetheart."That familiar voice brings a flood of tears to my eyes before I can draw another breath."Mum...""Oh, baby."The endearment wrecks me completely. I press a hand over my mouth to stifle the sob rising in my throat, desperate not to wake Rhain, who sleeps heavily against me, his fevered body curled close.For a long moment, we simply cry together—miles apart, yet bound by the fragile glow of the phone screen. Two hearts breaking in the same rhythm."I've been trying to reach you," I manage at last, choking on the words."I know.""No one answered. I thought—" My voice trembles. I can't bring myself to finish the words.On the other end, Mother falls silent. Then I hear it. The soft, stifled sounds of her own tears."Oh, Bella."The tenderness in her voice pierces straight through my chest. "I'm sorry.""Sorry?" I laugh through the tears, the sound wet. "For what? You're my mother."She lets out

~44~ COMPANIONS

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

~45~ INVERTED REALITY

RHAIN White-hot anguish licks along my spine, my veins, and every inch of my body as soon as I wake up. I'm panting, sweat pouring off me in rivers. My chest heaves as I struggle to draw breath.I am lying on my stomach on cold, damp stone. My arms are twisted painfully behind my back, my wrists bound tightly with something that burns like silver.I pull against the restraints, and the chains groan. Cracks spread across the stone beneath me. Then the silver grows hotter. Agony spears through my body.'Aragon. Gael.'I reach for the mind link, pushing every ounce of strength I have left into the call.All I get is a mocking silence. Worse, I cannot feel her.Bella's presence, that warm, constant thread in my chest, is gone.Fear and frustration tangle inside me to the point of near madness."Bella..." I rasp, my voice barely audible. "Bella!"I get no answer.A groan drags from my throat as another wave of agony consumes me. I force my eyes open, my vision blurry.Stone walls.

~46~ THE BLESSED VESSEL

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

~47~ SUBTLE YEARNING

BELLA The rain comes down in sheets, but instead of running for cover, the wolves laugh and cheer. Some are even crying with joy.I don't feel joy. All I feel is dread.My eyes stay locked on Rhain. He stands in the middle of the field, his head tilted back, his eyes closed as the rain washes over his face.He looks... peaceful. The tension in his shoulders has eased up, the lines around his mouth softening. He looks... so pretty like this.Those soft lips...long lashes, ethereal jawline...It's not fair how one man can possess the beauty of ten men.Without warning, his body jerks.Rhain's hand flies to his chest. A brutal cough rips out of him, and blood splatters across the wet grass. The sight sends ice through my veins."Rhain!"I'm running before I even realize I've moved. My bare feet slip on the grass, but I don't care. I reach him just as his knees buckle and catch him before he hits the ground."You're okay," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist. Even through

~48~ WEAK IN THE KNEES

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

~49~ UNWELCOME VISIT

RHAIN The kitchen is loud, warm, and filled with the scent of herbs and roasting meat.I stand at the long wooden table, sleeves rolled up, chopping vegetables with steady strokes. I refuse to show weakness in front of these people.Gael leans against the counter beside me, arms crossed, watching with an amused grin."Relax, Your Majesty. The ladies are already impressed by your arms. No need to intimidate the onions too."I shoot him a flat look, but I don't stop chopping.A group of women has gathered near the doorway, whispering and giggling as they watch. Some are bold enough to step inside, offering "helpful" suggestions while they’re clearly just here to stare."Your hands move so skillfully," one of them says, leaning over the table. "Do you cook often, candidate?""Only when I want to impress someone worth impressing," I reply without looking up.A few of them sigh dreamily.Gael snorts. "Smooth."I ignore him and keep working. The truth is, I'm actually enjoying this.

~50~ THROES OF PASSION

BELLA I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my ears straining for any sound of movement outside. Skye has been helping me listen with her sharper senses.It's been hours since they led us to our separate rooms. Hours since I last saw Rhain. Skye's voice brushes softly against my mind.‘Are you okay?’I don't answer right away. She continues, her voice gentle.‘So much has happened in such a short time. And you... you seem to be moving past the pain of what you remembered. The miscarriage.’My chest tightens.I press a hand over my stomach without thinking. The memory still hurts, but she's right. The raw, blinding grief has softened into something heavier.‘I don't know if I'm moving past it,' I admit. ‘I think I'm just... learning how to breathe around it.’Skye is silent for a moment.‘And now you have to watch our mate compete against three healthy men. One of them being Valtor.'I close my eyes.‘I'm scared for him,’ I whisper. ‘He's not well. And they're going to make him

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