Loved By My Cursed Lycan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Grace's voice resonated with authority as she confronted Giovanni, her tone laced with defiance, "You won't dare to do that!" Undeterred by her challenge, Giovanni met her gaze with unwavering confidence. His voice carried the weight of his position as he proclaimed, "I will and I can! I am the Lycan King of this pack, and no one else possesses the right to oppose me. Not even you, Grandmother."

I shrug. “Ah. How romantic.” Violet scoffs. “Nothing romantic about it.” I snap at her, making sure she knows I don’t see Gemini like that. I don’t care if it’s a lie. No one, especially Gemini, can know of my feelings. “I grabbed her ankle and took off like an animal, dragging her along.” “Damn.” Ames blinks. “For as long as I can remember, the lycan king is always offered a virgin from each pack…” She narrows her eyes. “What do you do with them?”

So they abandoned him. Soon, he grew weaker and he started nearing his death. Feeling despair and betrayed, he vowed to return and said that if they ever needed his help he would never help them unless they grant him his last dying wish – a mate. Soon he died and was buried in the tomb you guys found yesterday.” Ryan said and smiled with satisfaction seeing that no one interrupted him. “So…we awakened a depressed Lycan warrior who is sappy for love? This is the dangerous guy you almost got me shitting my pants for?” Michael asked, breaking the awkward silence.

" I know you're saying this just to console me, thanks, let's go home am not going to work today" " Enough Scarlet just because someone who doesn't care about your feelings, he did not even tell you, and you're just wasting your tears for nothing, it's not the end of the world, you should live happily and not for a fool." With anger, she left scarlet behind. " Wait for me Kesley" Kesley ignored her and walked faster. She reached home before Scarlet and went to her room. Scarlet reaches home a few minutes later, she lay down on her bed thinking about what Kesley told her, she wished it could happen, but it can't because for generations no werewolf has ever had a second mate.

The red eyes of the Duke are hungrily eyeing her and he flashes a smile, slightly showing his teeth. Roseanne blinks. For a second, she thought she saw something strange about his teeth but he puts his finger under her chin and forces her to look straight at him. “What happened, my dear?” he asks in a lazy tone. “Am I seducing you?” “No!” she retorts. “Never!” But he only smiles. “Remember, dear. I am a Lycan. And I can hear that heart of yours very clearly.”

he smirked, “Our relationship is graduating and I don't fear enemies, I am the Lycan King, I make them.” He didn't wait for a response and pulled me to him, his hands wrapped around my shoulder protectively. My heart swelled. Finally a decent man. A man who wouldn't treat me like trash, a man who wouldn't see me as a slave and defend me. I knew luck would one day shine on me and love would find me. This is my man, a man who loved me. Everyone stared at us as we made our grand exist like some sort of fictional characters who finally had their Happy Ever After

His whole vibe shifted. "Where did you get this?" "Some freaky forest woman grabbed me. Said I’d turn feral on my twenty-fifth birthday unless I got claimed by my mate." He didn't laugh. "This isn't funny, is it?" "No, dude. This is… shit, this is old magic. Lycan-level magic. Besides, you're already Mated to Lila." I blinked. "Lycan like werewolf-plus?" "Like an unhinged alpha monster wolf," he said. "Jake told me once. Said there were rumors of a curse like that running through rogue bloodlines."

"I have never worn a gstring in my life, Liam. I don't own one!" "Let's focus on our party," he remarked curtly, then leaned over to kiss her. She turned away. My stomach rolled in a way that it had never done before. It felt like I was about to be sick. This could not be happening to me. I should not have come here. They weren't even expecting me and didn't want me here because they feared me. Apart from the wars and all the packs I'd conquered, I was a lycan by virtue of my mother's superior genes. Our kinds were considered, evil and cursed. We were hated and feared for our unimaginable strength, senses and lifespan

"I'm not asking you to do so. It's either this or he finally snaps and goes rabid." "You know?" She started. "It's curious how much you underestimate him. Immortal or not, he is still a full red-blooded Alpha Lycan. Give him a little more credit, will you? Even without the curse, he is still twenty times stronger than any Lycan alive right now."

" Of course and I won't stop. I would pluck his heart out if he continues to lust over you. He is a cursed werewolf. A formidable dangerous enigma who shouldn't have been born at all. Do you think I will stay idle while you tied an eternal bond with the Big Bad Wolf, a Lycan? " I was confused and surprised. I could only shook my head feebly in response. Yes, Lycan is a cursed werewolf who shouldn't have been born at all but he's also my true mate. " But... But what if I want him too? What if I also have this lustful thought about him? " Upon hearing my question, Maynard's jawline tightened immediately. He took a slow strides towards me, making me to shudder senselessly. I tried to stand stil