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Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate

[WARNING: 18+ — NO RAPE] "I scratch and bite," Vivian warned, holding the Lycan Alpha's gaze confidently. Ronan smirked, his hand gripping her chin possessively as he forced her to look up at him. "You'll crawl and beg too," he promised. ************ Being the Clan Leader of the last remaining cursed Lycans, Ronan had long abandoned his task of finding his fated mate after years of useless searching. However, his life is disrupted when he encounters a mysterious and barely clinging-to-life alive Omega wolf, Vivian, trespassing on his land. Covered in strange Wickan magic symbols, Vivian is not just any wolf—she is his destined mate. Vivian has lived a life of rejection and suffering. Abandoned by her first mate for being unable to conceive, scorned by her family, and mistreated by her pack, Moonborn, she has endured endless humiliation. Forced by her father to mate with other Alphas in a desperate attempt to prove her worth, Vivian’s fate takes an even darker turn when she is cursed by a local coven and framed for a crime she didn’t commit. On the brink of death, she escapes into forbidden territory—Ronan’s land. A stretch of land her pack never dared to tread upon. Ronan’s mistrust only grows when he learns Vivian is from Moonborn, the pack that slaughtered his clan and remains his sworn enemy. Yet, irrespective of their dark feuding histories, he takes her in, determined to care for her and break the deadly curse inflicted upon her by Wickans and the ancient curse slowly leading him to an inevitable death. As they grow closer, secrets from both their pasts threaten to break them apart. And when Vivian’s niece arrives with a hidden agenda, matters become far more complicated. *Cover is ai made.

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92 Chs

Unsightly memory

Vivian was visibly fascinated by the bustling life of Clawveld. She never imagined she would be granted the liberty of roaming the market streets of a city. 

Neither did Avery. The two omega females were engrossed in the entertaining activities and festivities unravelling at every market stall or city square.

The unusual sight was enough to draw their attention, leaving them oblivious to the true nature behind city life.

Ronan, on the other hand was unsettled. Vivian might have been completely ignorant of the fact that her shifter scent was now tainted, reeking of unholy wickan magic.

And in Clawveld, Wickans weren't particularly welcomed or received hospitably. 

The Lycan Alpha ensured Vivian was practically glued to his side, his arm never leaving her waist for even a second. While Avery walked a few steps ahead of them where they could keep a watchful eye on her.