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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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Excuses

On the contrary, Soran paced anxiously outside the doors to the enclosed bath pools. Much like other Wickans who enjoyed the quieter hours of the night to soak in the magical waters, he arrived earlier to reserve a pool for himself before it became overcrowded.

However, upon his arrival, he heard unusual sounds resonating from behind the closed doors of the bath pools. He assumed someone was in distress and pain, but when he drew closer, he quickly realised that his conclusion was wrong.

"You can't be serious." Soran muttered to himself, his hand freezing when he reached for the doorknob, hesitating to turn it. He pulled back his hand and pressed his ear to the door, closing his eyes to concentrate on the sounds. 

Figuring out the nature behind the sounds, he took a hurried step back, and his hand flew to his mouth in surprise.