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The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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like a physical blade, carrying the deadly weig

pureblood male, yet my blatant disresp

idian chair, a dark, razor-sharp glin

ce rumbling through the quiet courtyard with the

tes carries a price far st

sing the distance between us until the scent radiating

winter cedar laced with the metallic tang of

air, releasing the intoxicating fragrance of rain-drenched wild

into predatory slits,

ds clamped down on the stone armrests, his ches

clawing violently against its mental cage,

eelchair, letting my fingertips deliberately brush

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ross our touching skin-pure, unmistaka

surged straight down my spine, violently stealing the

ze while keeping my voice entirely flat. "Compared to the value I b

raising a sharp, skeptical eyebrow. "Value? What value could a

until my amber eyes locked onto his

I will survive your curse, and I will be

ng across the courtyard; no one had ever dared to bart

of his pure Lycan aura slammed into my chest like

urning under the brutal weight, yet my

to a dangerous rasp as his gaze lingered hungrily on

action of an inch, "you grant me complete freedom and saf

ence, his dark eyes readin

chuckle vibrated deep

his wheelchair around. "

leather medicine bag strapped across his chest nervo

e fallen warriors on the flagstones until he reached my si

e stunned, fearful stares of the fortress se

lickering iron sconces along rough black stone wal

frantic glances over his shoulder, watching me like I

hilling glare. "Stare at me again, and I will

nds over his face as he scrambled up the steps. "I am not look

oor corridor and pushed it open. "This is your chamber. It sits ri

s, spartan room decorated in sombe

nds before leaning in to whisper urgently, "Princess... wander the

voice. "Not clean? Are you referring to the previou

nd he waved his hands in sheer panic. "I s

is frantic footsteps fading do

ak door and slid the

oked out at the jagged obsidian peaks swallow

re convenient excuses f

d bone needle, and pricked the tip of my index finger, letting a

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The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate
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“I was the despised, "wolfless" bastard daughter of the Barlow pack. To save my legitimate sister, my father forced me to marry the Seventh Prince. He was rumored to be a crippled, bloodthirsty Lycan whose last two brides died gruesome deaths shortly after their weddings. They sent me to his desolate mountain fortress in a battered carriage, treating me like a corpse heading for an open grave. But the real danger wasn't the cursed prince. It was his delicate, weeping ward, Carol. She wore her dead brother's sacrifice for the prince like a royal crown, poisoning the previous brides and claiming this fortress as her own. When I refused to bow to her, she took things to the extreme. She threw herself off a freezing cliff right in front of me, screaming for help to frame me for her murder. "Brother Kellen! Save me!" When the prince arrived, his glowing blue eyes were bloodshot with raw, lethal fury. His elite knights immediately drew their silver blades, surrounding me with absolute killing intent. Everyone looked at me like I was a jealous monster who had just pushed a fragile, innocent girl into an abyss. The prince, bound by his debt to her dead brother, was ready to tear my head from my shoulders. Did they really think I was just another pathetic lamb waiting to be slaughtered in this keep? I didn't panic, nor did I beg for his mercy. Instead, I walked straight into the infirmary, pinned her broken body to the bed, and forced a vial of forbidden truth serum down her throat. "Now," I said, looking right into the prince's eyes. "Let's hear how she really murdered your last two wives."”