All Chapters of The Cursed Lycan's Plus-size Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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The ritual

Levante,The blue flames surged higher around the Moon Servant, their heat licking at the edges of my crescent mark.Power crackled through the ancient chamber like living lightning, and the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and old magic.The Moon Oracle had stood for centuries as the heart of Lycan spiritual authority, a place where curses were broken and bloodlines renewed, but few rituals carried this level of risk.Never in my life had I heard of a ritual that began with blue flames.The thought vanished when pain exploded behind my eyes.I clenched my jaw, refusing to show weakness even as the energy from the Moon Servant poured into me like molten silver."Prince Levante, remain steady," the Moon Priestess warned, her voice echoing with ritual chant. "The curse that binds the Moon Servant is ancient and vicious. Your royal blood must anchor him."I growled low in my throat, my dominant aura flaring outward in a visible red mist. "Then do it. I do not break easily."The cre

The house of Vile

Serenity, As soon as the car door slammed shut, they blindfolded me. I stayed silent, offering no resistance. Like an obedient captive, I sat motionless between the two men in the back seat. Even the kidnappers seemed unsettled by my calm acceptance. Their breathing was uneven, as if they had expected screams or struggles that never came. I made no sound when they pressed rough tape over my mouth, sealing it tightly. With my feet, I quietly searched the floor until I found my phone and nudged it deep beneath the seat with careful pushes. As long as Levante tried to call me, he might still track its signal. And if he failed, it no longer mattered. I had known my good days were numbered, and today was the end. If only I had spent those final hours with him instead of lying alone in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what might have been. A strange wave of relief washed over me. With the world reduced to darkness behind the blindfold, my life felt suddenly small and clear, li

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Serenity,The Master of the House of Vile?I had never heard anything about the House of Vile, but the moment the tape was removed from my mouth, I understood why it bore that name. Even the air tasted bitter and foul.I stared at the man seated on the black throne. His long, dark nails tapped rhythmically against the wooden armrest as he watched me in silence. Two guards stood behind me, their expressions cold and controlled. I swallowed hard, trying to brace myself for whatever came next. In the summary of my life, it seemed another brutal chapter was about to unfold."Lady Redwolf," he finally said, his voice smooth and cultured. "I apologize for bringing you here in such a manner. I am a very respectful man. I take no pleasure in harming others."A sharp laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Perhaps I had nothing left to lose."Why are you laughing, Lady Redwolf?" he asked, resting his chin on his fist. "Do you find me amusing?""Pardon me," I said, composing myself. "Those wor

The spy in the Pack

Back to the Lycan KingdomLevante's body began twisting the moment the dark energy coiled around him like a living serpent. A guttural howl tore from his throat as his head snapped backward. His eyes burned with a violent crimson glow, as though trying to pierce through the veil of destruction itself. The raw power surging through him made the air thicken and the walls of the ancient packhouse tremble.The Lycan family gathered around him, their faces tight with dread. Levante was the strongest among them. If he lost control now, the consequences would be catastrophic. Yet the Moon Priestess held them back with a single raised hand, her silver robes shimmering under the faint moonlight filtering through the high windows. No one was to touch him until the ritual ran its course.Suddenly, a bone-shaking snarl ripped through the chamber."Ugh!"The sound slammed into everyone like a physical blow. Guards and royals alike dropped to their knees, clutching their ears. Even the Moon Priest

A silver Lycan

Martin Antonio, Master of the House of Vile, leaned back on his throne as guards dragged Serenity away. A cold, satisfied smirk curved his lips. Once the celebration began in his territory, he would dispatch his fastest female assassins to trigger the curse that would finish Levante once and for all. The thought filled him with sharp pleasure. He had waited years for this moment, and now the pieces sat perfectly in place. "Master," his butler Jonathan said from behind the throne, voice low and serious, "are you certain she is the key? What if they use her blood to break the curse?" Martin waved a dismissive hand, his eyes gleaming with calculated malice. "Blood alone is useless without the right vessel. Besides, we already know Levante nearly killed his own sister for drawing hers. This woman is the perfect leverage." Jonathan gave a short, uneasy laugh. "Beating his own sister... that is serious. But what about the video? She carries the blood of a Moon servant. If she curses

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Martin,I watched the silver Lycan stride toward me with no expression on her face. Fresh blood still dripped from her fangs. She hurled the dead bodies of my guards at my feet and moved closer with a low, beastly grunt that vibrated through the stone floor."It has been a while since I felt like I belonged somewhere." Her voice carried an unsettling, predatory calm, as though she were measuring my worth as prey."Who are you?" I demanded coldly. "How dare you slaughter my people?"A low laugh echoed through the hall. "Self-defense. Sending twenty Lycans after a lone Omega werewolf? Is that not disgraceful even by Lycan standards?"My eyes widened. "An Omega werewolf? Serenity?""Oh, you know her." She laughed softly and walked past me without a hint of fear. I turned, tracking her every movement. The air in the throne room grew heavier, thicker, charged with raw dominant power that pressed down on my chest and made the torches flicker. Her silver fur seemed to drink in the light as

To level up

Levante,My consciousness returned with the cold reminder that succession day waited for no one. My hand reached instinctively for the phone, only to pause in the air when I realized I was not in the royal castle but in my headquarters. I pushed myself upright, the white bedsheets crisp beneath me. The phone lay on my left, its surface cool and heavy against my palm. It was morning. I pinched the bridge of my nose, fingers threading through my hair. Exhaustion clung to me like an unwanted shadow. "Garlic avocado toast," I muttered. "Earnest." The man stood near the counter, brewing coffee with precise movements. "You are awake, Your Highness." "Good morning, Earnest," I said, tone flat and commanding. "Prepare the regular toast. Quickly." I entered the bathroom and faced my reflection. The usual heavy pressure in my head had eased. Dante's presence felt steady now, almost comfortable. Questions about how I had arrived here from the Moon Oracle lingered, but they held no urgency.

The explosion

The crowd filling the main event area was so immense that even a bird would not have dared to fly overhead. All those people had gathered there specifically for the Lycan General. They waited with restless energy for his arrival.The Royal Blackthorne Family presented an image of mythical perfection, a flawless unit free of any visible disputes or cracks. Yet beneath that polished exterior, every one of them was gripped by a deep terror about a situation no outsider could resolve.Lunaria regarded Lumina with the look one might give a complete failure. Even the Lycan Queen, who had always taken pride in her daughter's magical talents, now stared at her with unmistakable disdain."What is wrong with all of you?" Lumina asked in a low, trembling voice. "I already told you. My magic does not work on him."Her words sounded defensive, but disappointment in her own shortcomings weighed heavily on her. Less than five hours had passed, and Levante was already searching for the only person th

The youngest Lycan General

Levante stood before the Moon Priestess and two additional priests who had gathered to witness the Moon Blood Oath of the Lycan General. Behind him, the royal family kept their distance despite their efforts to draw closer. His raw Lycan energy surged violently, pushing them back. Even the Lycan King, who needed to add a drop of his own blood to the moon basin, advanced with his jaw clenched tight. Every member of the royal family felt their souls straining to flee. Levante was not a man anyone dared to challenge. Meanwhile, Levante extended his right hand and pricked the tip of his ring finger with a claw. Three beads of blood fell into the moon basin filled with water that glowed in a golden hue. His expression remained dark and unyielding. Even the Moon Priestess and her priests trembled where they stood. The soldiers and guests, however, filled the arena with waves of anticipation and murmured excitement. "Please close your eyes and allow the blood to carry the weight of the

The next heir

Serenity The strong scent of cigarette smoke clawed at my throat the moment awareness returned. I coughed once, low and unhurried, as sleep gradually faded. The room came into focus around me, elegant and unfamiliar, heavy with dark wood and shadowed velvet. I did not recognize any of it.Even without turning, I felt a presence on my left. Something inside me stirred, an unwelcome connection to the man sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.“You have finally decided to wake up,” Martin said, his voice smooth as polished stone.A faint memory surfaced: the dark room, at least twenty Lycans circling me with open, lustful gazes. A shiver tried to run down my spine, but it died quickly. I felt fine. Better than fine. Stronger, somehow, as if whatever they had intended had only sharpened me.“Stop ignoring me, Serenity.”I turned my head slowly. Martin rose from the couch, uncrossing his legs with deliberate grace. Irritation flickered across his face, controlled and almost theatrica

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