Loved By The Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean to stir anything up. I just didn’t realize Marissa was still... bitter.” Still bitter? She was baiting me. But I’d bled enough. I sipped my drink. “It takes real talent to steal a man and still look like the consolation prize. At least I dodged the STD you probably share.” Her eyes narrowed, but before she could snap back, the room fell silent. The Lycans had arrived. Heads lowered. Even I, despite everything, bowed my head. Lycans were stronger than werewolves in every way.

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

The King nodded, me and the other Elders released our aura, from there everyone was catching their breath. “Since that part is over, are you going to answer our question?” Elder Vernor ask. “We all believed that the white Lycan was cursed, we decided not mention it. “I hate to disappoint you, but you all are wrong, the white Lycan is a gift from the moon goddess. We met the girl, and her Lycan let me tell you they both are beautiful.” “What do you mean the white Lycan is a gift?” The king ask.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

But that is what families do, we antagonize one another. "How could you do this?" Ava asked, staggering back, falling to the ground. I expected this to happen. I was thousands of years old. The first ever lycan werewolf to be created, a cursed immortal lycan hybrid, no one should expect my marking to be a joyous walk in the park. My bite came with a lot of painful baggage to bear. It was a poison to all supernatural kinds and it was even more deadly to an omega wolf. She is lucky this wasn't intended to kill, otherwise she wouldn't even be breathing.

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…..”

Lucifer's POV Kill had sent missives around the Glasgow to the rest of the clans living in the city. I had already told him earlier on, the moment we arrived from Dunbar. In the whole of Scotland, Glasgow bequeaths the strongest Lycanthropes in the country which was my pack the Nightwing and we were superior to the rest of the Lycan packs in the city and around the country. We were also superior to werewolves too. It was our duty to protect our lesser kinds.

“I wasn’t sure it was you until you healed everyone…if you hadn’t done that, the curse I cast would never have taken.” “Good to know,” I say. “I won’t do it again.” I turn around and start to stomp through the forest, back to the SUV. Lucille comes running up behind me, easily keeping pace despite her age. “Are you a Lycan?” I ask just to make conversation. “No. I’m a bit of … I'm a mutt, really. My father was a Cambion and my mother was a hybrid human-wolf.” “What does that make you?”

He pauses and I already know the question he is asking. “Yes.” I sigh, reaching out and taking a swig of water from my cup placed before me. “The lycans have been locked in here for hundreds of years. We were cursed, I was cursed. It has since been broken.” He furrows his brows together and then licks his lips. “Five years ago…my daughter Leah was taken as an offering.” He says, his comment again open enough for me to know what he is asking. “I delivered all sacrifices to this pack to be mated with a lycan or to live a peaceful life here. Not a single sacrifice in my ten years was ever injured or touched in any ill-mannered way. We needed women to procreate, and Lycans are always men.”

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?