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The Lycan King's Mate: Marked by Pain, Crowned by Fate (GL)

Azaria has endured a lifetime of suffering in the region of Arcanthia. Abused by her stepmother and forced into a marriage with Alpha Ethan, a selfish tyrant, she has faced betrayal, manipulation, and unimaginable pain. But Azaria refuses to be defined by her past. When she severs the toxic bond with Ethan, she begins a journey of healing and self-discovery. In Drakova, Azaria finds herself bound to the enigmatic Lycan King. Their connection is powerful, yet fragile, as both beasts grapple with secrets and scars from their pasts. As they navigate a world of ancient rituals, intense battles, and political intrigue, they must decide if they can overcome their fears and trust one another. Surrounded by allies and enemies, and with the threat of Ethan’s vengeance looming, Azaria must face her greatest challenges yet. Can she find strength in the King’s love, or will the shadows of her past consume her forever? This is a story of resilience, healing, and the unbreakable bonds of fate. For fans of supernatural romance with powerful heroines and complex relationships, Marked by Pain, Crowned by Fate is an emotionally gripping journey that explores the strength it takes to reclaim one’s destiny.

AureliaBlake · Fantasie
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108 Chs

The Chase Begins

(Ominous POINT OF VIEW)

 

The King was finishing getting ready for the party when Isadora burst into the room. "Sorry to barge in, Sire, but you should know there's been a disturbance at the party," she said, urgency clear in her tone.

The King's brow furrowed. "What happened?" The voice was calm, but a spark of anger flickered in the King's eyes.

Isadora quickly recounted the incident, describing how two parents, drunk and belligerent, had insulted Zyria and Caspian. The King's expression darkened with each word. How dare anyone insult Zyria, especially at her son's celebration?

Without a word, the King strode out of the room, the long cape trailing behind like a shadow. Every step was measured, filled with purpose, as the King made their way down the palace's ornate corridors, thoughts consumed with protecting Zyria and her son.