All Chapters of The Cursed Lycan's Plus-size Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The morning in Blackthorne Castle carried none of the quiet strength it usually held. A heavy stillness hung in the corridors, thick enough that even the household pets paced restlessly or pressed themselves into shadowed corners, ears twitching at every distant footfall. Something unspoken had settled over the stone walls, and everyone who lived within them could feel it.In the private lounge of his wing, the Lycan King sat deep in his recliner, eyes fixed on the pale stretch of sky beyond the tall windows. His expression was complicated, lined with thoughts he had carried through the night. Levante had returned home only hours earlier. He had offered no explanation for his absence, no account of where he had gone or what he had endured. He had simply announced that he agreed to the marriage.The King was not ignorant of the old sins. He knew what his grandfather and his own father had done to the Silver Lycans generations ago. That buried history was the reason the mainland had n

Nicole Barnes paced back and forth in the north wing, her footsteps sharp and uneven against the floor. Frustration burned in her chest and spilled into her voice."Biologically related? How is it possible? Uncle doesn't have any relatives! Not even a sibling."Madam Valarie combed her hair with slow, deliberate strokes as she relaxed into the chair. She had heard this complaint before and found it tiresome."Why are you making the morning too much depressing? Removing a girl like her is just a matter of time!" She clicked her tongue and tied her hair with a hair clip, her expression calm and faintly contemptuous.Nicole stomped her foot hard enough to echo. The unfairness of it all pressed on her until she could no longer keep quiet."You said once he marries you, I will be the Heiress. Now everyone treats her like she owns this empire. Do you think it's fair to me?"Years of careful expectation sat behind those words. She had grown up believing the position would one day belong to h

Serenity,This time, no one managed a gasp loud enough to break the stunned silence that had settled over the clearing. My fingers tightened in the fabric of Levante’s cloak as I stared at the figure standing before us. A few of the onlookers collapsed where they stood. Martin seemed to forget how to draw breath. My own heart slammed against my ribs like a frantic warning drum.It was not Kae. It was not any ordinary human. Dante, Levante’s Lycan, towered there in his full seven-foot form, the raw press of his energy so dense that the air itself felt thinner. Everyone around us struggled simply to keep breathing under the weight of it.My breath caught when he slowly sank to his knees. One massive paw lifted and brushed my face with surprising gentleness, wiping away the mix of tears and blood that had dried there.“It’s finally over, Serenity,” his deep, beastly voice echoed directly inside my mind. “As I promised, we came back for you.”“Dante,” I whispered, scarcely able to believe

Levante, The heartache that Lunaria once titled an illness closed around my throat like a chain of iron the moment I learned Serenity had been taken. It was not a quiet ache. It was a living weight that pressed against my ribs and made every breath feel stolen. In the silence that followed the news I could almost hear the links tightening, each one forged from the memory of her voice, the tilt of her head, the quiet strength she carried even when the world tried to break her. In all the years of my life I had broken my own laws only once. That first defiance had been against my father and against the royal decrees my ancestors had written for no purpose but their own greed. I had stood in the council chamber and spoken the truth they preferred to bury. The cost had been steep, yet I had paid it without regret. The second time came the day Lumina looked at me and said she could help. I knew then that every remaining rule I had sworn to keep would fall for Serenity alone. She wa

Levante,Prince Levante. Seems like you had a good sleep.” Martin’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I didn’t know a Blackthorne could enjoy my air so perfectly.”I sat up slowly, a smirk tugging at my mouth. The sheets whispered against my legs. “It’s Lycan General, Mr. Martin.”His expression darkened. Today I stood before him carrying the title he had always wanted. I could scent the faint spike of irritation rolling off him.“You surely know how to flaunt your success in front of your enemy,” he retorted.“Well, I worked hard for this day.”“Tsk. Do you think you could have claimed that title if I had intervened?”I laughed, cold and indifferent. The sound echoed lightly off the walls. “Do you think you would have had a choice? You know nobody can win against me.”Martin’s jaw tightened. A muscle jumped along the side of his face. He opened his mouth to answer, but both of us snapped our heads toward Serenity at the same moment.She gasped softly and extended her left arm. The movemen