《The Cursed Lycan's Plus-size Obsession 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Serenity,After having breakfast, I started cleaning up the kitchen when he walked out fully dressed. I lowered my head once again.No matter how much I was aware of my position, Levante's existence itself could cause anyone to start daydreaming.Especially with that black royal uniform and the black-and-gold cloak cascading down his figure, he looked like the prince we watched in TV series.Of course, he was an actual prince.Still... you can't deny the unsteady heartbeat after watching him look just perfect.The tailored uniform fitted his broad frame flawlessly, outlining every powerful contour without appearing excessive. The dark fabric made his silver hair seem even brighter beneath the morning light filtering through the windows. Gold embroidery traced the edges of his collar and sleeves, subtle enough to remain elegant yet impossible to ignore.There was something unfair about the way he carried himself.Every movement was effortless.Every step was composed.Even standing sti

Serenity, "You have no information on your birth parents?" Healer Russell, a man who looked wise from years of experience, looked at me with genuine curiosity. "No. My adoptive father told me that I was abandoned by my birth parents because my mother possibly cheated on him. Also, I was... well, ugly since forever. It was quite opposite to their bloodlines!" I didn't hide it or feel shy about it. It wasn't my fault to begin with. He nodded quietly and thoughtfully. The warm golden light above created a shadow along one side of his face, settling into the lines earned through years of healing others. It made him look even more thoughtful and compassionate. Then he leaned back in his chair, his expression tightening slightly. "How are you feeling here? In this Lycan Kingdom? Physically?" My brows lifted slightly because I did feel different from how I felt in the werewolf world. Especially my breathing. It was steadier. Easier. For the first time in years, I slept through

Levante, "Who dared to hurt you, Serenity?" The entire VIP lounge fell into a suffocating silence the moment I repeated the question. The guards, usually stoic and alert, suddenly looked stiff as statues, their eyes darting away from mine the second I scanned the room. No one dared meet my gaze. Serenity didn't say anything. She just stood there quietly, her eyes fixed on the floor. In the last seven to eight days, one thing I had learned about this woman was that she was exceptionally good at enduring pain. Her face remained almost unnaturally calm, never revealing the suffering she carried alone. I thought my life was a hell of ruins. But hers was something far worse—unexplainable. I took a deep breath and slowly lowered myself onto one knee before her. Her eyes snapped to me instantly, wide with pure shock. "What are you doing?" Everyone around us froze. A collective gasp rippled through the quiet lounge like a shockwave. "Oh Lord... Is that Prince Levante? Did he just kn

Serenity, Levante left me with Leon. The air inside was smoother and sweeter than outside. I took a deep breath as the day slowly bled into night. The soft glow of lanterns cast warm shadows across the wooden walls of the cottage, filling the space with a calming herbal scent that eased some of the tension in my shoulders.Leon sat on the floor, carefully collecting herbs and separating the leaves with precise movements. His hands moved with practiced skill, sorting stems and petals into neat piles."May I help?" I asked, slowly reaching toward a branch of herbs."Do not touch!" he said coldly. "This is poisonous!"I froze, noticing the thick gloves covering his hands."They will burn your skin. They are dangerous, even for Lycans," he warned, his voice firm but not unkind.My heart skipped a beat. Still, I sat down on the floor beside him. The cool surface felt refreshing against my tired legs. I watched him work in silence for a moment, the quiet rhythm of his sorting almost medita

Serenity,A gentle ray of sunlight filtered through the curtains and struck my eyelids, forcing me to squint and slowly open my eyes. My other hand instinctively reached toward the spot on my forearm where the needle had entered the night before, fingers twitching with the urge to scratch at the lingering itch. But for a second I paused, a small frown creasing my brow as confusion settled in.Then I lifted my arm. My vision was still blurry from sleep, the room swimming slightly until I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm and blinked hard to clear them. It was a first aid bandage on my forearm, a cute one printed with playful bunnies. A soft warmth spread through my chest at the unexpected touch of whimsy.I forced myself to sit up, the mattress dipping under my shifting weight, staring at the bandage with wide eyes. I remembered sitting on Levante's bed last night and then everything fading into darkness.I glanced around the room, my pulse quickening. Indeed, I was still in Lev