Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

But I will do my best to help when you are ready to do this. Take care of yourself, Victoria. Your path is bright, and your mate adores you. Your transformation is almost done. You will live long enough to see many die, for a few generations. That’s the curse of the Lycans. Long ago, the Goddess granted our kind the power to survive through ages, to endure even when others fell, but she bound that gift with sorrow—for every friend and loved one we cherish, there comes a time when we must watch them fade while we remain. The curse is not only living longer than most, but carrying memories heavy with loss. Use your powers, Victoria, you’re stronger than you think.

When I heard the line go quiet with only her heavy breathing of angry puffs I put my phone back to my ear and asked, “I understand that you hate lycans because of what happened but why do you hate all the rest of the animals? How did they ever harm you? They don’t even have human forms like us. It’s not like I am meeting with a werewolf or Lycan I just want a normal wolf as a pet.” “Lycia Amoret! Are you trying to argue with your mother? If I said that you can’t have a pet then that’s the end of the discussion. I am not buying you one and don’t you dare let me hear that wretched word from your lips again. I hate that abominated species of mindless puppets.” She snarled making me roll my eyes

She would see the Lycan again. Her head was in a state of euphoria as she lay in bed, imagining herself unravelling the mystery of her saving stranger. The smiles, and her much sought opportunity to say thank you to him. Until she asked herself the damning question. Then what? She was fresh from a heartbreak, and the pain of being left alone on her wedding day. What would happen if she and the Lycan fell in love? Would she not be exposing herself to the pain twice? Why did she even want to see him?

“You are lucky I can't kill you instantly.” “Lucien, you can't leave me like this… I need you to touch me like the way you did when we were mating, you had never been that passionate before.” She begged. “That's because you used charms so that I could fuck you,” I spat as I wore my shorts. “How did you know–?” She had a shocked expression on her face. “You think I would snap out of it? I am a fucking lycan, Natalie! Now, Get out!!"

The words came out flat and bitter. “Knows what?” she pressed. I looked at her, hating that I had to say it aloud. “He knows I’ve lost my Lycan.” Her breath caught. “What? How?” “He smelled it,” I said, jaw clenched. “He knew the second he saw me. There’s no hiding it.” For a moment, she just stared. Then she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me. She rested her head against my chest, her touch soft but fierce.

Whitney’s childlike mind is what draws Aiden in as he sat on the couch across the room staring at the woman laying on his bed. However, he was Aiden Lewis, the last lycan alpha king of the Night Walker pack, and was cursed by a sorcerer that his mate would not live past the night of their marriage rites. That was when he razed the witch's territory to the ground. The sorcerer fled the scene and was nowhere to be seen, he had lived with this curse for decades and only the pure blood of a witch can erase this curse. Meanwhile, the witches seemed to have gone to extinction and this caused Aiden to lose his mate to the cruel curse.

My life was crumbling right before my eyes. I was getting married to someone I didn't even know too well while my heart was for a Lycan, a forbidden beast. My family doesn't even trust me anymore. I wondered why the moon goddess has always been unfair to me I was beginning to hate her for all the pain she has caused me

I was yet to come to terms with the fact that I might die in two days. "A traitor? That's interesting. What's her name?" the Lycan asked. "Sienna West. Has she perhaps caught your interest? I can send her with you as your slave. You don't have to buy her." I hated this situation. The last thing I wanted was for him to know more about me. "Sienna West, do you want me to get you out of there?" I froze when the Lycan spoke again. Did he mean it? Would he set me free if I asked?

I had wanted to say so much more, to tell her how sorry I was, how this wasn't what I wanted—but what would have been the point? The Moon Goddess’s priests had spoken. My family had pleaded. My friends had insisted. And in the end, I had caved. Because apparently, loving a Lycan was a curse waiting to happen. I sank onto the edge of my bed, the cold air of my room wrapping around me like a shroud. The ancestral mansion had never felt more suffocating. Heavy stone walls, generations of tradition, and expectations thick enough to choke on. I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to scrub away the guilt and frustration clawing at me. It didn’t work.

“He doesn’t even really know me, and he’s never done anything that would suggest that he felt anything but horny around me. But let’s assume you’re being honest and he is in love with me. Why is that such a bad thing? He wasn’t smiling anymore, “Let me make it completely clear, Princess,” he grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eye; “I will never lie to you, ever!” He released me and took a step back. “Being in love is a curse for this family. Knowing that you want someone with every cell in your body, someone who can never belong to you the way you want them too is a pain worse than death for any Lycan and their wolf.” I choked back a laugh, “I’ve seen what happens when he wants