Discover the tale of "Destined for the Cursed Lycan Prince" by Ida Lindener. In this captivating werewolf novel, follow the journey of a young woman named Lila and a powerful lycan prince named Damien. Lila's mother was wrongly accused of murder, leaving her to endure a life of servitude and shame as a lowly slave. Despite the odds stacked against her, Lila remains determined to clear her mother's name. Meanwhile, Damien, the future Lycan king, carries the burden of a dark curse. Each full moon, he transforms into a savage beast, feared by all who know his secret. Fate intervenes, bringing Lila and Damien together as destined mates. But can they overcome the obstacles standing in their way? Will Lila succeed in proving her mother's innocence? And can Damien find a way to break the curse that haunts him? Join Lila and Damien on their journey as they defy societal expectations and fight for their love against all odds. Will justice prevail, and will these two souls find their happily ever after? Explore the pages of "Destined for the Cursed Lycan Prince" to uncover the answers.
"Lila, you sluggard! Do you have any notion of the hour? Why are you still in bed?"
Struggling, I rose from the wooden cot and glanced at the clock. It wasn't even five yet. My temples throbbed as I hastily donned my thin coat and unlatched the door.
A hefty she-wolf blocked the exit.
With a fierce scowl, she jabbed a finger at me. "Today marks the Alpha Ceremony. What's the reason for your tardiness? Is your workload complete?"
I remained silent, head bowed. I had barely slept, spending the night cleaning the conference room.
My thoughts remained jumbled.
"Why are you lingering? Attend to your duties!" she bellowed.
With a final glare, she turned and lumbered off. I sighed, making my way to the cloakroom where Shawn Gibson's garments awaited. Today marked his eighteenth birthday, the day he would ascend to Alpha.
The sun peeked over the horizon as I finished pressing his attire.
Our Black Moon Pack territory was perennially shrouded in clouds, the air always damp and cold. Bundled in threadbare layers, I fetched a pail for the banquet hall.
Within, an array of elegant tableware awaited the festivities.
As I wiped the steps, a stiletto clicked against the floor. Looking up, I met Lucy's gaze, daughter of the Gamma.
She sported a sleek black gown, her crimson curls cascading. "Move aside," I said coolly.
"Do you comprehend where you stand? This is no place for the likes of you," she retorted, kicking my bucket.
"Lucy, you're pushing boundaries."
"A mere servant dares challenge me? How quaint. Allow me to stoke your ire further."
With a toss of her curls, she gestured. A she-wolf approached, dumping slop before me.
The stench lingered.
I watched with icy resolve.
Rancor simmered within.
With a smirk, Lucy awaited my reaction, anticipating my humiliation.
But I refused to grant her that satisfaction.
"Is that all?" I asked, unperturbed, as I cleaned the mess.
My nonchalance seemed to irk her, her smirk faltering.
"You're insufferable," she spat before departing.
In her absence, tears welled, unchecked.
In moments like these, I yearned for my mother. I wasn't born into servitude; my mother had been the Beta, rare for a female in our history.
She was both gentle and resolute, showering me with love.
But fate's hand is cruel.
Falsely accused of regicide, my mother was executed. I became an outcast, branded as the traitor's kin.
They heaped blame upon me, relegating me to the lowest rung.
Daily, I endured servitude, humiliation, and occasional beatings.
With this burden, I toiled, head bowed.
I had to ready the hall ere the guests arrived, lest I face harsher repercussions.
"Lila, do not despair. I am with you always," Yana, my wolf, soothed.
"I am grateful for your presence, Yana. Together, we endure."
"You'll never be alone. Your mate awaits, somewhere."
"But I'm eighteen now, and still no sign," I lamented.
My mother had faced adversity alone; I yearned for a different fate.
"Perhaps our escape is overdue," Yana suggested.
"Not yet. I must first clear my mother's name," I resolved, her memory a weight upon my soul.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
In Lothlann Continent, talent in martial arts won cultivators respect. Darren Chu, a mediocre talent in martial arts, was deemed a loser by everyone. His status changed when a fireball fell from the sky and hit him on the head. He cheated death. Empowered with the ability to assimilate other creatures' talent, Darren sought to better himself and seek vengeance against those who had wronged his family, including his little sister. "You will kneel in front of me one day," swore the future lord of martial arts.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.