The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

Chapter 5

Word Count: 806 | Released on: 30/09/2026

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ltered through the narrow

le reagent into the hidden leather

ber was entirely artificial. Someone in this keep was systematically d

dor. It was time to map out the layout of this fortress

dless grace of a hunting wolf, I followed the faint

looking the subterranean training grounds

the cold stone balust

e in the center

carded. His broad, muscular torso was covered in jagged battle scars, his

asily three hundred pounds and hurled it casually across the pit.

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sweet, cloying jasmine perfume drifted tow

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ho used her dead brother's heroic sacrifice

d trembling fragility washed over her features. "Y

of her voice made my stoma

yes raking over her with zero warmth. "A

am so sorry... I was only happy for Kellen. Brother Kellen has been so lon

ords 'Brother Kellen,' marking he

rms over my chest. "Is that so? I heard the last two w

er with a look of pious devotion. "Those were tragic accidents. Brother Kellen is

pampered frame. "You look like a stiff breeze would snap your s

nished contempt. Her eyes turned red, and tears began to

the silver bullet pendant against her heart. "My broth

th absolute coldness. "You are just a parasite using a dead man's blood to

one wall. For a fraction of a second, the mask of innocenc

eavy rolling of stone wheels signaled

to terrified despair. She stumbled toward the stone staircase,

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watching her pathetic perfo

s just gett

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Dashing Wave Rider Werewolf

“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."”