The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

Chapter 6

Word Count: 799 | Released on: 30/09/2026

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d onto the landing as Kellen

d shoulders, his dark blue eyes sweeping a

a wounded sparrow, clutching desperately at the dark f

Princess Sister... it is all my fault for bei

lip until blood surfaced, her delicate fingers tremb

le title like Sister... If it pleases her, I will move into the freezing servant quarters immedi

immediate sympathy among the passing guards and s

is icy gaze cutting past her shivering form to pin me

my mouth. "Doing? Your Highness grossly overestimates this leec

words, pressing her cheek fla

suffered so terribly on the battlefield, enduring the agony of silver poi

e a frozen blade. "You preach endlessly about your low blood, yet

trade, descending the steps

through the corridor, carrying the c

ellen's wheelchair, looking down a

mmon blood," I said, my tone resonant and let

hroat, her tear-stained face looking up

ed up at Kellen, plead

headrest, his dark eyes unreadable, of

ard, my shadow swallowing her

hority of Pack Law, I am the Seventh Princes

e defiance. "Brother Kellen gave his word years a

llusion with ruthless finality. "Today, this pac

te Wolf core, unleashing the crushing wei

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undeniable voice of an apex lea

f whimpered in sheer agony bene

ight the invisible force, but her bo

ommand overrode her free will, snapping

to the frozen granite floor, the i

nt her spine forward with terrifying forc

ur head," I commanded, my voice dri

he freezing cobblestones, her body trembling viol

past her clenched teeth

ng neck with cold detachment. "Louder. T

zing pressure on her bones, Carol shrieked at

d frozen in silence, not a si

ol smirk touching my lips as I m

es satisfactory t

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The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

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."”