Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

Our foreheads were touching as he replied, “Why do you have to make it so damn hard, Celia? I cannot reveal everything right now” The musky scent of his cologne was making it hard to stay sane. His silver eyes were fixated on mine as he studied my face. “Why can’t you? You are a lycan prince for fuck’s sake” “I am cursed, Celia. You know that” “Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…”

I was the only one to answer the questions lingering in everyone's mind because all fingers are pointed at me as the brutal killer. They hadn't pounced on me because of my new strength and the Lycan I had as a mate, but their eyes said it all. I would never be loved by them. They will never accept me as their leader and would prefer to die at the hands of the demons than ask me for help.

she cooed, her voice sounding seductive but disgusting to me. It was official. I hated her. The alpha was sharp enough as he quickly ripped her hands off him, holding them so tightly that for a second, I felt pity for her, watching as her eyes widened, not expecting such from the alpha. "First, where did you get such information that a curse will take your Luna? Do not make me ask you to provide where you got your information and have your tongue cut for it," he sneered. It sounded so murderous that it even made my entire body quiver. Again, I remembered he was no ordinary alpha king—he was the only Lycan, cursed.

And I couldn’t explain it, but I found that I was more relieved if I was killed here than to be killed by Ryker. But the Lycan king let out another laughter, this one held a spark to his eyes and he was genuinely laughing. I didn’t know whether to join in or feel bad about it. With this Lycan it was hard to decipher what he was thinking, though I would confess understanding people hadn’t been my strongest forte. And then as if I was already bereft of words with his actions, he made a shocking offer. “You can either return back to Bloodhowl pack, to Ryker, your alpha and his claws, or…..”

With that she cut the locks of Ericka's hair, as a send off rite to their ancestors. She mutter beneath her breathe. "I won't forgive you Alessia for daring to bring your Hybrid blood as a source redemption to the Lycans! None of the children of Lycan shall find redemption till I wipe you all from the surface of the earth and send you to Selene to forever wander on the moon!! You have been cursed and cursed I shall make you remain", she let out a cruel laughter, which shakes the entire building. "Mother!" comes a voice behind her.

“She was Aldric’s mate in the past… and why she’s alive, I don’t understand. She’s not a Lycan. She’s a werewolf.” Eric’s confusion deepened. First, Lucian’s dead brother came back to life. And now, a werewolf who’s lived for centuries? What the fuck is going on? “Blood magic,” Ste-phen muttered, meeting Eric’s gaze. “She could be using blood magic.” “My Alpha!” Both men turned toward the voice, spotting Eric’s Beta running toward them. “We found one of Desdemona ’s minors in the woods. She’s barely alive but breathing. She’s lost a lot of blood—I don’t know how long she can hold on.”

the Alpha questioned, his voice resonating with darkness. I nodded almost immediately. “Then I’ll have to do that myself,” As though I was under his spell, I freed my hand involuntarily and allowed him strip off my cloth. I haven't felt someone have dominance over my body like that except for the Alpha of the pack that sent me to this deadly quest. Only Enzo had such dominance over me. That is when it dawned on me that the cursed Lycan does not only make people rot by merely touching then, he makes you do things too by just telling you to. He is as deadly as they said.

They spoke about different kinds of prayers, different verses of their scriptures that appealed to the moon goddess depending on the affliction. I hesitated then. Even now, standing before my brothers, I felt a tightness in my chest remembering that moment. I hadn’t wanted to tell them about Lucian’s condition. I didn’t want to admit aloud that my brother, one of the mighty Blackwood Alphas, might be cursed. But I asked anyway. “Can a lycan be cursed?” I had forced the words out, my voice low and rough. Only one of the disciples answered me. She stepped forward, her eyes clearer than the others, her voice strong.

"What kind of curse? Randall's face softened, but the storms wrestled in his eyes. "It's tied into the very roots of the Lycan bloodlines. The curse ties strength to suffering and power to betrayal. Tyrone knew of this, Alora. He knew it would either destroy you or make you unstoppable. "You're not telling the truth," I whispered, my voice very quiet. "This. this is too hard. How could I—how could I be—" Because you are," he said in that low, quiet voice that was like steel. "You're what they've been looking for. You're the one they want in their hands, who's going to make everything different.

I could only wonder. “Did she tell you everything?” “She died, genius.” He hummed and kept on walking. I hastened my steps to have a better view of his face as we both stride down the forest’s path, “So… you’re not going to talk about it?” “There’s a lycan curse. The lycan king, he’s cursed for good reasons. He needs blood to break it, not just yours.” My eyes widened, “What’re you talking about? There’s a whole class of people like me they’re looking for? The men that invaded the house…” my jaw dropped, “were they also looking for me?”