Loved By The Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

Alpha Kieran stood up and walked to where the stranger stood, he wore his black suit and a navy blue tie which matched those beautiful eyes of his. I was painfully aware I was half naked but I still pointlessly tried to cover my breast which had been forcefully exposed with my hands leaving me with just the ugly panties I was wearing to be on display to the entire pack and him. “Lycan Ryker,” Alpha Kieran greeted, I had never seen him show so much regards to anyone. The stranger was a Lycan, no wonder I had never seen him in any of this meeting of Alphas before. “Alpha Kieran, are your sentinel intentionally stupid or do they have a death wish on their head. That makes them still have her in

“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.”

His words echoed in my head like a curse I couldn’t shake. No one will ever want you, cursed omega.‎ I clenched my jaw, tasting salt and blood from biting my lip too hard. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was cursed, and that was why every good thing that entered my life was being taken away. ‎"You're not cursed, Lyra." A tiny voice echoed in my head, going on and on about how I was strong and should prove to that shithead that I was desirable.‎ "He says no one will want me, right?" I wiped my tears with the back of my palm. "Well, I'll show him."

"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.

Yet, we, the Lycans, had turned that curse into our strength—heightened durability, brute strength, and rapid regeneration, were all gifts that came with the curse But it was also accompanied by the inevitable transformation during every full moon. However, this wasn't a night of the full moon. The servants, no doubt puzzled, diligently wrapped chains around me, ensuring they were as secure as ribbons on a gift. As an Alpha, I was a direct descendant of Lycaon. So I bore both the boon and the darkness of the curse. My beast, more primal and bloodthirsty than any mere Lycan, craved something different this time. It wasn't the flesh of innocents but a singular focus—Cameryn's flesh.

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?”

“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

I forced my eyes open and saw the legendary, supreme being—Samuel Gray, the pure-blood Lycan King. He was the oldest, most brutal, absolute ruler of the werewolf race. The wolfsbane blurred my vision, but I could still feel the fierce power radiating from him. "I… don't want to die…" With my mud-caked hand, I clutched desperately at the edge of his flowing cloak. My knuckles whitened from the strain, as if I were clutching the last thread of life in the abyss.

Selene, I'd always be grateful to her. But even with them there, a part of me was still missing. My bride. They called me the cursed Lycan. It wasn't just a name, it was a sentence. A punishment burned into my very soul. Centuries ago, I fought a demon. I thought I could win. I thought I could end him. But he didn’t kill me. He did something worse. He cursed me.

While Lycans stood so high above us they were practically untouchable. "What are you trying to say, Mom?" "Stop thinking that she is your only choice. We will find someone who can fully lift the curse." Levante's expression hardened immediately. A dangerous pressure spread through the room again. "Why can't we keep her with me? I need her!" A murmur instantly spread across the hall. Several people looked stunned. Even I froze slightly. Need. That word sounded far heavier than it should have. "You don't!" the Lycan Queen snapped. "It's forbidden for an Omega to enter the Lycan Kingdom. Also, we will find someone with a strong wolf."