All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Cursed Curvy Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BELLA I slide down his body slowly, my hands trailing over the hard planes of his chest and stomach. Rhain watches me with dark, hooded eyes, his breathing already uneven. When I drop to my knees in front of him, his jaw tightens."Bella..." His voice is thick with emotion.I look up at him as I unbutton his pants and free his length. He's already hard and heavy in my hand. I wrap my fingers around his girth and stroke slowly.His head falls back against the tree with a groan.I lean in and drag my tongue along the underside of his length before taking him into my mouth. My eyes water and I try not to gag.He's so big, he can barely fit in.Rhain's hand immediately finds my hair, not pushing, just holding, like he needs something to steady him."Mmm..." he breathes.I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and working him with my mouth and hand. Tears leak from my eyes as he hits the back of my throat.His hips twitch forward before he forces himself to stay still. The low sounds

BELLA Dozens of eyes turn to me, expecting and believing that I can do something I have no idea how to do.My hands start shaking.I walk over, the guards moving out of the way, and kneel in front of the boy, pressing my fingers to his forehead. His skin is ice cold.I close my eyes and try to reach for whatever power they think I have. Nothing happens.So I try harder.I place both hands over his chest and reach for the power that once healed Rhain. Sweat gathers at the back of my neck. I can feel the crowd leaning in, holding their breath.Still nothing happens."No..." the woman whispers.I try again. And again. Each time more desperate than the last. My palms grow hot, then cold. My head starts to pound. But the boy doesn't move. He doesn't even twitch.I'm not enough.The thought leaves a foul taste in my mouth.Around me, the murmurs begin. I can feel the disappointment pressing down on my shoulders."I'm sorry," I whisper, barely able to get the words out. "I'm so sorry

BELLA The room feels smaller, the air thicker. Rhain simply waits, patient as always."Tell me," he says softly.I draw in a shaky breath, the air rattling in my lungs. "I was pregnant."The words slip out barely louder than a whisper. Rhain doesn't move or even blink."It was yours."The color drains from his face, leaving his skin ashen. "What?""It was yours," I repeat, my voice cracking. Fresh tears roll down my cheeks. "I didn't know at first. I only knew I kept getting sick. I couldn't eat without throwing up. I was exhausted all the time... I'd wake up shaking, cold sweat clinging to my skin."My hand drifts unconsciously to my stomach, pressing against the fabric of my dress as if I could still protect what was lost. "But every time you held me... it stopped. Your scent made the nausea disappear. My wolf would calm. I could finally sleep."A sob drags out of me, thick and painful. "I thought I was just lovesick. I was so stupid."Rhain shakes his head immediately, his v

BELLA From between the pines, the Queen Mother emerges, her skirts gathered in one hand, her long hair slipping from its braid. She's no longer dressed like royalty. Only simple travelling clothes that cling to her frame, stained with mud and dust, as though she'd crossed half the world on foot.The moment she sees Rhain standing beside me, relief lights up her face."My son..."She closes the distance in hurried, uneven steps and throws her arms around him. Rhain stiffens in surprise before slowly returning the embrace."Mother?"She clutches him tighter, her voice quivering. "Don't you ever do that to me again."I blink, caught off guard.She pulls back just enough to cup his face in both of her hands, inspecting him frantically. "You're thinner." Her fingers brush his jaw. "And you look even sicker, my dear boy."Rhain catches one of her hands with a tired smile. "I've had a difficult week.""A difficult—" She lets out a sharp laugh. "A difficult week?"Without warning, she

BELLA It's been a while since Gael left. Rhain drifted off in my arms not long after Gael went to make the soup. I keep one hand gently stroking his hair, the other resting over his heart, feeling every weak beat.He's burning up again. His brow furrows, and he shifts slightly. "Gael...?"His voice is gravelly, barely above a whisper.I press a kiss to the top of his head. "He hasn't come back yet."Rhain's eyes flutter open, glassy with fever. He tries to push himself up but barely manages to lift his head before he sinks back against me with another tired sound.There's a knock on the door.I carefully ease him back against the pillows and stand. "I'll get it."When I open the door, a young woman stands there holding a wooden tray. On it sits a steaming bowl of soup and a small loaf of bread wrapped in cloth. She gives me a polite smile."Gael asked me to bring this," she says. "He's caught up with something and couldn't come himself."Rhain lifts a hand weakly from the bed.