Novel & Cerita Loved By My Cursed Lycan

The intoxicating physical attraction between Isaac and I left my head spinning, forgetting about needing to remember wrong from right. He was a lycan. This was wrong. But, at some point, the moon had written that he was mine. This was right. It would hurt in the end, but I didn’t need experience to know I found pleasure in the pain.

A voice dragged me back from the weird feeling, the Lycan asked the exact question that was on my mind. "Um… it's a drug that intensifies sexual desire. It seems that the medicine she took was so strong, I am afraid that pure people would turn into prostitutes." The doctor let out a startled scream and I tried to see what the Lycan was doing to him, but I had lost every sense to open my eyes. “Have you drink or eat something?” the Lycan asked me. As he mentioned, my sluggish brain thinks over and over,“Only a drink, that man give me in the hall.” I answered.

She placed her hands over her mouth in shock as I held on to her, unwilling to accept this. None of us knew the Lycan king was this young anyways and moreover, no one would believe that he attended this kind of events. Well practically because no one had ever seen him present but seeing him away from the ceremony explains it. “If I'll ask, what do you mean ‘in this life’?” He questioned and my breath hitched. Why was the moon goddess given me the worst choices ever? What was going through her sick head to Mate ne with the Lycan king?

“My wolf loses control whenever you’re scared of me. I never meant to frighten you. I promise I will never hurt you.” “I’m not afraid of you, Dane. I’m just curious. I want to know if everything your godmother said is true and why you kept something so significant from me. Why did I have to learn it from someone else?” “I want to start by apologizing for bringing someone else into our relationship. She didn’t want this, and I pushed her into it. I just didn’t know how to approach you. I always want to do right by you. Where do I even begin? First off, I’m a Lycan, which makes me stronger than any werewolf you might encounter. My senses are heightened, and my abilities are linked to the lunar

"But your skin is burning." "It is the Lycan blood," he said, holding my wrist tight. "My family carries an ancient cursei. Our wolves are violent and difficult to control. The silver in these wounds forces the wolf to take over. If I lose control tonight, I will become permanently violent." He explained, my breath hitched as I stared at him waiting for a semblance of lie only to find none, he was serious, I had heared the mysteries of a curse but that was all it remained to me, a Myth.

This was the moment both of us had quietly feared. “Do you have to go?” he asked. I met his eyes honestly. “Sometimes.” The word hung heavily in the air. Then I added softly, “But not alone.” He blinked. “What do you mean?” I squeezed his hand. “Balance doesn’t separate life from love. It protects both.” His expression shifted slowly as understanding dawned. “You’re choosing both worlds.” “I’m choosing my world,” I corrected gently. “And you’re part of it.” A slow smile appeared on his face the first completely unburdened smile I had ever seen from the Lycan King.

"I promise you much more for your loyalty. On that exciting day, I order you to kill Baron." Lucian smirked and poked food in his mouth. Then his gaze swept over the hall, settling on the thought of RuthValis. "They don't know yet how badly they would perish," he said, shrugging with mock indifference. "There must be sacrifices for the future. My nature was made for Elowyn... and Elowyn for it. No mere wolves will take what belongs to me by nature. I am a fiery lycan for nothing but to rule the world."

“That’s exactly what I meant. Whenever a wolf and a Lycan fall in love, their bond turns against them. The magic itself rejects it.” My heart clenched. “But that’s not fair.” He smiled faintly, pain flickering in his gaze. “Fairness doesn’t exist for monsters like Lycans.” “Father,I don't think they're monsters,” I whispered. He tilted his head, studying my face as though I were sunlight he wasn’t meant to touch. “The Lycan killed his mate! They are ruthless!. The curse made them that way. Wolves love to heal and to protect. Lycans love to consume and to destroy. It’s in their blood.”

“I feel it. After what he did… it’s his.” ‎ ‎Rex stepped closer, his hands fisting, then relaxing. “It doesn’t change anything,” he said, his voice fierce. “You’re still you. Lycan. Stronger than anyone I’ve ever known.” ‎ ‎I shook my head, my throat tight. “You don’t understand. I’m cursed, Rex. I always have been. This—” I touched my stomach, my voice breaking, “this is just another curse.” ‎