The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

Chapter 6

Word Count: 753 | Released on: 30/09/2026

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red from the stairwell. Steam still rose from his bare, scar-l

a wounded sparrow, her small hands clutching despera

hates me. She told me to leave the fortress

past her sobbing form, his cold gaze pinning me ag

t the corners of my mouth. "Hating her? Your Highness overestimat

eir tracks along the lower gallery, whispering among t

e. "I know my blood is low... I know I am not worthy of this grand fortress...

like a frozen blade. "You love to preach about your low status,

g the stone steps. Each step of my heavy leathe

en's wheelchair, my eyes dropping t

mon blood," I said, my voice dropping into a deadly, r

tear-stained face filled with absolute disbelief, as if

he stammered, looking u

headrest, his icy blue eyes fixed entirely on me, watchin

get to teach you palace law? I am the Seventh Princess, granted to this pack by the decr

ite. "Brother Kellen told me years ago...

on without a shred of mercy. "Today, this fortress has a t

g air. Though masked by the herbal scent of crushed weeds, the pure, suffocati

ead," I commanded, each syllabl

ooked up at Kellen again, her eyes begging him to

is lack of intervention was an unspo

ountdown, my amber eye

white as she dug her fin

ing down at the crown of her head like

ically force her skull into the st

orehead flat against the freezing cobblestones.

ings..

ling neck with cold indifference. "Lou

burning with absolute, murderous hatred, befo

r glance. Turning my eyes toward Kellen

es satisfactory t

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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."”