The Lycan King Curse

The Lycan King Curse

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"Our marriage was only a deal between me and my father. I don't love you. The woman I love is pregnant and in critical condition... This marriage is cancelled!" Those words shattered Quinn on what should've been the happiest day of her life. Betrayed by her fiancé and best friend in one brutal moment, she spirals into heartbreak-and lands in the arms of a dangerous stranger after a reckless, wild night. But the man she gave herself to wasn't just any stranger. He was the cursed Lycan king-a feared beast of legends who disappeared from the world long ago. And now, he's back... for her. Framed for murder by the same people who betrayed her, Quinn finds herself hunted-until the king rises from the shadows to claim what's his. Her. And she's not alone. She's carrying his pup. Cold. Possessive. Lethal. He will burn kingdoms to protect her, shed blood for her vengeance, and tear apart anyone who made her cry. Because she isn't just his mate... She's his cure. And no one touches what belongs to the cursed king.

Chapter 1 The Rejection

I should've known.

The moment Dylan stepped onto that stage with his tie undone and his lips pressed into a flat, miserable line, I should've known something was wrong. Something was always wrong with Dylan, I just didn't want to see it.

The guests murmured. My heart thumped in my ears. I took a shaky breath and stepped forward in my ivory dress, the veil clutched in one hand. My smile wavered.

He didn't even look at me.

"Dylan?" I whispered.

He turned to face the crowd instead, jaw tight. "I-I can't go through with this."

Silence. Pure, suffocating silence. Then-

"What?" I choked, the word barely leaving my throat.

"I'm sorry," he said, like it meant anything. "But I'm not marrying Quinn."

Gasps broke out across the pack house hall.

My chest caved inward.

"My mate is in the hospital," he said louder now, for everyone to hear. "She's carrying my child. And she's in critical condition."

The room spun. My body turned to ice.

Mate?

Pregnant?

My feet moved on their own. "Dylan, what are you talking about?" My voice cracked, shaking.

"I can't let her die while I stand here pretending to love someone I don't." His eyes finally met mine, hard and cold. "I never loved you, Quinn."

Pain hit like a slap. I stepped back. My wolf whimpered in my mind.

He kept going. "I needed to prove to my father that I was responsible. That I could commit. That's why I proposed. That's why I played along."

Played along?

I laughed. It was sharp and hollow. "You used me."

"I had no choice," he snapped. "You think my father would've let me near the Alpha title if I didn't prove myself with the perfect, obedient she-wolf? You were convenient."

I clenched my fists. "Say that again."

But he turned his back to me.

That was it. No explanation. No guilt.

Just cold-blooded betrayal.

I could hear someone crying in the crowd. I didn't know if it was my aunt, my cousin-or me. My throat burned. I couldn't breathe.

My mother stood at the far end of the room, arms folded, face unreadable.

Of course she wasn't surprised.

Of course she knew.

She always knew everything before I did.

I turned toward her, and for once, I saw what she really thought of me. No pity. Not concerned. Just disgust.

"Don't make a scene," she mouthed slowly.

Don't make a scene?

I stormed down the aisle, ripping off my veil and tossing it to the floor. My father avoided my gaze like getting has always done when things get sour. Coward.

Outside, the wind howled. My hands trembled as I tugged off the heels. I didn't care that I was barefoot on the gravel path. I didn't care that I was still in my wedding dress.

I needed answers.

I needed a name.

I needed to know who Dylan threw everything away for.

So I ran.

The hospital smelled like bleach and betrayal. I charged up to the nurse's station, my voice steel. "I need to know who was just admitted for an emergency pregnancy. Critical condition. The father's name is Dylan Reid."

The nurse blinked. "Ma'am, we can't-"

"I'm his fiancée. Or... I was," I bit out. "Tell me where he is."

The nurse hesitated, then pointed. "Room 213. Maternity emergency wing."

I didn't thank her. I didn't slow down.

I burst through the door like a hurricane.

And there she was.

Cassandra.

My best friend.

In the hospital bed, propped up by pillows, looking pale and beautiful, was the girl I'd grown up with. The girl who laughed with me in high school, shared secrets, painted my nails, and told me Dylan was "just her cousin" when they met two years ago.

She looked shocked when she saw me. But not guilty.

"Quinn..."

I laughed bitterly. "You?"

She blinked, pretending to be confused. "W-What are you-"

I marched to the bed. "Cut the crap. You're the one carrying Dylan's baby?"

Her hands went to her stomach. Protective. Possessive.

Like she had any right.

"He said you'd hate me," she whispered.

"Hate you?" I seethed. "You sat in my house. Ate with my family. Planned my engagement party. All the while, screwing the man I was supposed to marry?"

"He was never yours Quinn, you were just a temporary replacement" she said, a tone of mockery evident in her voice.

"Oh, that makes it okay?" I barked out a harsh laugh.

The door opened behind me, and Dylan stepped in, panting, sweaty, looking like he'd just run a marathon.

His eyes widened when he saw me.

"You," I said quietly. "Told me she was your cousin."

He didn't respond.

"She's pregnant," I continued, voice rising. "With your child. And you introduced her to me as your goddamn cousin."

"Quinn, I-"

I slapped him.

The sound echoed in the room.

Cassandra gasped. Dylan reeled back, but I wasn't done.

"You humiliated me in front of the entire pack," I hissed. "You lied. You used me. For what? To earn Daddy's approval?"

He looked ashamed, but not enough.

"I should've known. You were always a coward."

"Don't talk to him like that," Cassandra said, frowning.

I turned to her. "Shut up. You don't get to defend him."

"Please leave," Dylan said, voice low. "She's not well."

"I don't give a damn." I stepped closer. "You could've told me the truth. You could've broken it off like a man. But instead you waited till our wedding day to throw me away like garbage."

"You were always garbage," he said, his voice rising.

"I gave you people to rely on when no one wants to play with a cursed and weak omega like you so be grateful for that" he said scorn

"I was just a tool to get what you wanted."

He didn't deny it.

My eyes burned with unshed tears, but I refused to let them fall.

"You're dead to me, both of you."

I turned to leave, then paused. "Oh, and Dylan? You better pray your father never finds out the truth. Because I'll make sure he does."

"Too bad, his father died this morning and that's why your engagement was broken" Cassandra said with a smirk playing on her lips

My face went pale.

I slammed the door on my way out.

It is raining now. Of course it was.

I stood on the sidewalk, wedding dress soaked, mascara running. People stared. I didn't care.

My phone rang. My mother.

I declined the call.

It rang again.

I picked it up.

"What?" I snapped.

"You made a spectacle of yourself," she said coldly. "We'll never live this down."

"I don't care," I spat. "I'm done pretending."

"I warned you about Dylan. You didn't listen."

"You didn't warn me. You just hated me so much you wanted me to fail."

She was silent.

I continued, voice shaking. "You never loved me. You just tolerated me because it made you look good in front of the pack."

"You're being dramatic."

"No. I'm finally seeing things clearly."

I hung up and tossed the phone into a puddle.

Let it drown like the trust I once had in everyone around me.

I didn't go home. I walked for hours, barefoot, cold, and furious. I ended up at the old training field, the one Dylan and I used to sneak into when we were younger. The gate creaked as I pushed it open.

I let out a scream.

One long, raw, animalistic scream that tore from my throat like a wound being ripped open.

Then I shifted.

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The Lycan King Curse
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Chapter 1 The Rejection

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Chapter 2 The Stranger

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Chapter 3 The Truth Revealed

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Chapter 4 The Accusation

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Chapter 5 Mate!!!

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Chapter 6 I'll Come With You

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Chapter 7 The Pups

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Chapter 8 The Bloods On His Hands

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Chapter 9 The Confirmation

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Chapter 10 The Whisper Within

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Chapter 11 Haunted In The Halls

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Chapter 12 The King Who Doesn't Knock

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Chapter 13 Wolves Don't Apologize

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Chapter 14 Ashes On The Map

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Chapter 15 The General's face

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Chapter 16 The Return

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Chapter 17 Funeral Facade

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Chapter 18 The Shadow Of The Aftermath

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Chapter 19 Unseen Flames

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Chapter 20 The Taste Of Restraint

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Chapter 21 Ancient Echoes

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Chapter 22 The Curse

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Chapter 23 Whispers No One Hears

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Chapter 24 The Safe House

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Chapter 25 Velvet And Venom

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Chapter 26 The Council Meeting

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Chapter 27 The Council Meets

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Chapter 28 The Council Meeting

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Chapter 29 After The Council

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Chapter 30 Aftermath Meeting

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Chapter 31 The Question

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Chapter 32 The Answer

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Chapter 33 Whispers And Warnings

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Chapter 34 The Announcement

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Chapter 35 The Announcement

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Chapter 36 Its worked

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Chapter 37 Everything Changed

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Chapter 38 Confusion

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Chapter 39 The Laugh

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Chapter 40 After Two Days Of Silence

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