Loved By The Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

“She’s a bastard, sir, she was conceived when he was 16 with one of his side pieces, she was sent away by his mate when she was 10, she was jealous because she couldn’t give him pups and Olivia was a constant reminder of that” “Does she know she’s a wolf?” “Sorry to ask Alpha, but why the sudden interest in a bastard?” “If you ever call her that again will be your last words” “I apologize, sir, she was put under a spell so she could live a normal life, Alpha Trent loved his girl and didn’t want her to be used against him, she is only 18 so her wolf hasn't manifested yet" “SPELL WHAT SPELL?” “I wouldn’t know alpha. I told you all I know”

" I know you're saying this just to console me, thanks, let's go home am not going to work today" " Enough Scarlet just because someone who doesn't care about your feelings, he did not even tell you, and you're just wasting your tears for nothing, it's not the end of the world, you should live happily and not for a fool." With anger, she left scarlet behind. " Wait for me Kesley" Kesley ignored her and walked faster. She reached home before Scarlet and went to her room. Scarlet reaches home a few minutes later, she lay down on her bed thinking about what Kesley told her, she wished it could happen, but it can't because for generations no werewolf has ever had a second mate.

People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week. Hence, her talking about her traumas the whole day won't be a wrong thing to do. "Are you angry about it? If yes then don't be. Anger is a punishment you give yourself for others mistake. Don't harm yourself. They are going to die one day anyways," Nicolas said and Amara nodded her head. "I am not. I just want to be the best version of myself," Amara said. "And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise."

She looked down, covering her side profile with her hair. "I know why you killed him that day and I also know how you got injustice in return. You deserved better," he whispered near her ears, his own eyes changing into golden flames. Her violet eyes collided with his golden ones. "Who are y ou?" "Your mate and the Alpha of Nighthowls pack, my cursed Fairy," he smirked.

Meanwhile, Ivan met up with his friends in their usual spot in the library. "Why did you guys lock me out last night? It wasn't fair, dude!" he yelled. "We all got home earlier than you. So, you're the problem, not us!" Felix spat. "Do you guys really want me in your group? It seems you all hate me more each day." "We don't hate you," Asher told him. "But we agreed not to involve ourselves with girls, and you keep flaunting yourself around that girl in our class. You're ruining our image, dude," Felix added.

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?

“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

He was the last of an ancient, bloodthirsty race—cursed by Fate itself. "But… but if Adrian is a Dire Wolf, How is he Lycan?" I stammered, “It was said that he became a Lycan later only few know how and when he became a Lycan.” She said, "And what does this have to do with the curse that kills his mates?" I asked. “It’s more complicated.” She sighed. "More complicated?" I echoed, shaking my head. "How can it be more complicated than this? The Dire Wolves are cursed, aren't they? They’re doomed to die before they reach seventy, to kill their own for power."

I wonder how long his kiss with Brenda lasted…if he enjoyed it more than when we kissed and– “Jeez, Hannah Blanco, get your head in place! You are about to be flogged by a witch!” Nina slams. “Of course we know a lycan’s bite can do nothing to us but this particular lycan has been cursed. He is a wandering cursed lycan whose blood is dangerous and should never mix with someone like her. You know the kind of bond you have…” she pauses and looks at me. “What do I do, please?” I say quickly, hoping she don't dwell on my bond part. Nathan does not know anything about my cursed mate bond.

“Looking for a breeder. Can you imagine? Being chosen for that?” “I heard the same,” a third girl said, shivering. “Most don’t survive. Breeding an heir for a Lycan… it’s a death sentence.” I froze, hand hovering over a pile of ribbons. The stories of the Cursed King ran through my mind. A dangerous ruthless man whose curse was worse than any wolf’s. “They say he’s terrifying. Hideous, probably,” the first girl whispered again. A fourth voice cut in, softer. “I don’t think that’s true. My cousin works in his pack. She says he’s the most attractive man she’s ever seen. But she also said his aura is so heavy with danger people faint just being near him.”