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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.

_Zhiying · Fantasia
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90 Chs

To prove a point [2]

Soran was not the reckless type to overstep his bounds, but when he heard Vivian's protesting shouts, he was concerned about her state of well-being.

While he knew that intervening in a Lycan Alpha's affairs would inevitably result in his death, he was no spineless coward to abandon a damsel in distress.

Thus, bearing great risks ahead, he trailed after Ronan and Vivian through the forest. He was cautious to maintain a safe distance, casting a cloaking spell to blanket over his scent in case Ronan caught a whiff of him in the air.

When he witnessed the beastly shift from man to Lycan, Soran's hair stood on end. He swallowed the tight ball of uneasiness in the back of his throat, camouflaging himself amongst the shrubs and bushes by the treeline at the edge of the forest where the lake was.