Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

“It’s not, but it’s the way it’s always been. Two leaders, a man for strength and a woman for love.” “Why can’t you be my Alpha? If I was forced to take an Alpha I trust you more than him.” “Because I don’t want to mate for politics.” “You want love?” I laughed at him and he looked at me like he could kill me. “Sorry, you’re just so big and mean. I can’t picture you caring about love.” “A vampire never loves anything but his mate.” “You’re also a Lycan. You love your pack, both werewolf and vampires.”

I need to figure everything out. So for the past 3 days, I have been reading everything I can find about wolves, packs, Alphas, I feel like my heart is broken, and apparently is because he is suffering, My mate is suffering without me. I need time, Time to understand why he didn't want me, why he had another woman while he could have me. As I walk out of the library a beautiful woman with a gorgeous body and hazel eyes stops me "hello there Liv" - she says

He followed in silence, returning to bed and covering us while his hands caressed my hair. “Human, I have no way to love you!” The Lycan's voice came out hoarse and low, yet firm. More tears flooded my face, sobs escaping as we remained embraced in a heavy silence, even though my emotions were in turmoil inside. Was this my curse? The inability to be loved? A daughter rejected by her own mother, living in the shadow of a deceased sister, and being only a memory to her former boyfriend, who longs for my body but not for my feelings.

When I earn a firm nod from her, I smile. It’s about time. “This is the documentary of lycans. The first species created by the goddess. Stronger than our kinds with magic abilities.” My heart drums like a war drum as the woman reads out the sigils. She flips to the next few pages. I watch her eyes scan the page. Then her words come again. “Lycans were cursed by the goddess because of the sins committed by the alphas that have led them. That curse was death.” I blanch completely at her words. I’ve never heard about that before.

"I've read some parts of the book. I got to the part where she talked about love. How does it work?" "For the Lycans, love is destined. That is, you are born to be someone's person and they are born to be yours. This is called being mates," she smiles and continues softly. "When you find him, your heart will race and your mind will scream mine. The same will happen to him" "If… If I find him, will he do to me what all the others do? I mean... He'll also see me as a murderer and despised me, be disgusted with me and probably left me for…"

"That's it?" He nodded, crossing his arms loosely. "It doesn't automatically amplify your feelings or force your heart one way or another. You won't feel... obligated to me. That's a lycan curse, remember?" He chuckled under his breath, but there was no humor in it. "We're the ones who feel everything more intensely. We're the ones damned to crave what we can't have unless it's freely given." He paused, and in that stillness, I felt the pain beneath his words.

It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity. With each step forward, the groans and yells mingle with the howling wind, a cacophony of torment and defiance. The pain intensifies, but I push through, fueled by a burning resolve. Each communication, whether a groan or a yell, is a testament to my unyielding spirit. I am Marcus, the cursed and demon Lycan, and I will not be silenced by this agony. I will fight until my last breath, searching for a way to break free from the clutches of this curse.

“Don’t you dare take another step forward, Mr Fenrir. You can speak to me from there and you better start talking” “Fine” he gritted, “I am all you think I am, everything you think I am. I am not human, yes, I am that cursed Lycan you read about.. I have lived in this world for thousands of years changing my identity when the time comes. I was cursed because of how cruel I was and the kind of bad things I have done. I killed thousands of people, innocent people and yes, I was the one who killed you in your past life. You were my mate” he stopped, his face searching mine for any kind of expression but I kept looking at him. Pain was tugging at my heart but I refused to give him the satisfacti

"I didn't mean to -" "It's a curse," he snorted. I looked at him again. "A curse placed on my uncle by a witch," he continued. "He raped her and left her for dead." I brought my hand up to my mouth in shock. Was this why he stopped himself from having sex with me? Did he think he would be raping me too? If only he asked, I would give all of myself to him... "It happened a very long time ago," He said. "Almost 500 years ago, and other Lycans were born afterward. The curse even skipped my brother and waited until I was born before it manifested."

In my memories, she stands before me in another life, fierce, radiant, and untouchable. The woman who once held my heart in her hands and crushed it to seal my fate. I loved her with a madness that terrified even me. I would have wasted empires for one smile. Instead, she chose betrayal and left me to rot. And now here she is again. My Bella. My curse. My salvation. I'm trembling. Actually fucking trembling under her touch. The great Lycan King, reduced to shaking like a boy because his mate is looking at him with something dangerously close to tenderness.