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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
92 Chs

A trip down memory lane [1]

Vivian felt Ronan's back muscles tense under the ministrations of her hands when she mentioned her ex-mate, and she could have sworn she heard a low growl from the man's throat.

Did she overstep her bounds and say more than she should have? 

Of course, after all, why would he want to listen to her sob stories?

"I'm sorry," Vivian apologised, her lips pressed into a thin line for a moment. "I won't mention him again."

Sensing her resignation, Ronan skilfully shifted onto his back, holding her hips to steady her while she straddled his waist.

"Why would you assume that I don't want you to talk about him?" Ronan asked thoughtfully, his hand soothingly gliding up and down her thigh.

"You always seem...displeased to hear his name," Vivian said, comforted by the warm touch of Ronan's rough hand, which now began to squeeze and massage her thighs. "I thought perhaps I shouldn't mention anything related to my past."

Ronan frowned.