The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

Chapter 7

Word Count: 853 | Released on: 30/09/2026

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nger, replaced instead by a dark, fathomless curiosity. His fi

ree months," he said, his deep voice carrying a rou

ot and rolled away down the corridor, leav

n stone floor, her white dress soiled with dirt. "Are you w

uddy skirts with trembling hands, and fled d

in Shadow Fortress w

e, and Kellen remained locked in his private war room. But

llery maid nervously pressed a folded scrap o

andwriting: The cliff behind the fortress. I know the truth a

e parchment into a tight ball and to

tic, clumsy

ver my shoulders and stepped out int

ig her own grave, I was more th

. Swirling flurries of snow lashed against the jagged cliffs, and belo

er white silk dress whipping wildly in the f

unch over the frost

front of Kellen was completely gone. In

id, her fingers clutching the sil

with a fly?" I stopped three paces awa

e. "You think forcing me to bow makes you the true Lu

she was clever; she died from an 'unfortunate riding accident.' The second thought she had r

ou finally admit it. You systematicall

l, hysterical laugh. "So what if you know? You have no proof! Brother Kellen will alw

der his mates?" I stepped forward, my voice cutting th

her, screaming over the wind, "Pack your bags and leave this fortress

ll of cold mockery. "Because of a few e

r confidence. "You hate me because deep down, you know the truth. You will ne

ed step backward. The heel of her delicate slipper slipped on the

one relentless. "A pathetic leach

g smile spread across her pale lips as she looked p

of approaching footsteps-heavy iron boots, accompanied

had a

, her twisted smile widening

" she whispered, "you

ide, pushed off the icy ledge with both feet,

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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."”