The Werewolf's Immortal Curse

The Werewolf's Immortal Curse

Daniel

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My scream rips through the operating room, a primal howl that shakes the very air with centuries of rage and agony. And then, the darkness claims me, a welcome respite from the torture.​ When consciousness claws its way back, I'm caged in a monstrous glass tank, the cold, unyielding walls pressing in on me. This is the curse of a werewolf's immortality. As long as the moon continues to rise and set, as long as the world keeps spinning, I am doomed to return. A never - ending nightmare, a punishment that has no end......

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"I'm immortal, chained to this fortune that refuses to leave my side. Every soul who lunges at me for my wealth ends up feeding my coffers, drowning me in billions."​

But I'm spent. A thousand deaths have hollowed me out. There's nothing left of my will. Money? It's just a curse, not a blessing."​

The only key to end this endless cycle is finding a mate who wants me, not my fortune. After lifetimes of searching...​

I thought I'd finally found him. My mate. I let him in, told him everything about my curse."

He stares at me, cold. "Sorry. There's a price on your head. I'm here to claim it.

" And with that, he drives the scalpel into my chest.

I'm splayed on the ice-cold steel, surgical lights burning into my soul.

They've sliced through the layers that've shielded me from a thousand deaths, and this time, the curse isn't healing me fast enough.​

New death method?

They've found the perfect way to break an immortal werewolf.

Every cut feels like my very essence is being torn apart, the pain a relentless wave that threatens to drown me in agony.​

I convulse, my body's futile attempt to fight back against the encroaching darkness.

The curse that's kept me alive for centuries is now a tormentor, prolonging this agony, making every second feel like an eternity.

I can't scream, can't plead.

All I can do is endure, waiting for this nightmare to end.

I grind my teeth, the pain blurring my vision as I snarl at Lucian Thorne,

"Your price for this? Name it! My fortune's yours if you end this cursed suffering!"​

Lucian's hand trembles over my shredded torso, his touch sending jolts of agony through my veins.

He presses his lips to my brow, his tears a frigid brand on my skin.

"The fortune means nothing. I need your immortality. To live an eternity haunted by you- it's the only penance I deserve."​

I convulse violently, a laugh that's more of a death rattle escaping my throat.

"You carve out the very curse that binds me to this world and call it penance? If you truly loved me, you'd let me die!"

I seethe, my body racked by pain, "You want to gut me, drain my life? This is your twisted version of love? Just end it! Name your price and give me a clean death!"​

Lucian stands firm, his voice steady. "I want your immortality, Natalie. I want to give it to her. It's the only way."​

My laugh is a bitter, broken sound. "You think stealing my cursed life will save her? You're a fool, Lucian! An immortal's life is a never - ending nightmare, not a gift!"​

Five minutes later, the doors burst open. They wheel in a young she - wolf, Vanessa. My blood, the life - force that has sustained my endless existence, is being pumped into her.​

I stare in horror as the healers start their gruesome work. "Who is she?" I manage to choke out, my voice filled with betrayal.​

Lucian's eyes are fixed on Vanessa, a softness I've never seen before. "She's the one I was meant to be with. The one I should have bonded with. She's dying, Natalie, and I can't let that happen."​

I snarl, "You think transplanting my immortal organs into her will work? You're risking both our lives on a mad scheme!"​

Lucian turns to me, his gaze intense. "I know you're immortal. I know your body can regenerate. You can survive this, Natalie. And she can live."

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