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The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 882    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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lade, carrying the dangerous weight of a predator sizing up s

Instead, he leaned forward slightly in his obsidian

gravelly texture that vibrated through the quiet courtyard. "Ho

ace between us until the crisp scent of winter ceda

ng my tone perfectly even. "Compared to the value I br

hmic tapping on the armrest. "Value? What value could a cast

ee months. Give me three months inside this keep. I will prove not only that I c

the cobblestones. In their minds, nobody dared to

Lycan aura expanded outward, slamming into my chest li

rning under the crushing pressure, but my spin

into a deadly whisper as his gaze lingered on my

an inch, "you grant me my complete freedom and safe p

agonizing seconds. Then, a low, d

lchair around with a flick of his

her medicine bag strapped across his chest poked his hea

he groaning knights on the ground until he reached my sid

eyed stares of the recovering guards,

flickering iron sconces mounted on the rough stone walls. The fa

his head to peek at me, looking at me like I was some

ideways glance. "Stare at me again, and I wil

nds over his face as he scurried up the steps. "I am not looki

corridor. He pushed it open with a creak. "This is your chamber. It sits

s but spartan, decorated entirely in s

y the door, wringing his hands before leaning in to whisper, "Princess...

his voice. "Not clean? Are you referring to the prev

ed his hands in a frantic panic. "I did no

, his footsteps fading rapi

ak door and slid the

out at the jagged black mountains swallowed

g more than convenient excuses f

ver-tipped bone needle. Pricking the tip of my index finger, I squeezed 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."”