Fated To The Cursed Lycan King

ce boomed, and several heads turned to look at me. "She carries the

re currently at the annual Werewolf and Lycan festival. To most, it was a cel

s," I hissed, yank

raight into the path of

mach d

w tha

dad. A man a decad

gaze dragged slowly over me. I refus

he sneered. "Old an

mothers well before reaching my age. Twenty-five w

ad pleaded, sounding desperate. "If she doesn't, I swe

on, motioning that I turn around

asty glare. Perhaps that's

knowing any outburst would worsen things. Mr. Pervert walked away, but I bare

you're far too old to expect Prince Charming or even a h

" I said flatly, giving

y, well aware the photographe

y excited. "The Lycans will arrive soon. They're rich. F

she says. And remember, no husba

d away, ha

estival, watching from the shad

h excited werewolves. The right remai

re alwa

noise shifted. Chatter faded into

to their presence. The temperature shifted.

de him. Their jeweled outfits gleamed under the lights. Un

them, their

's smile. He collected lovers like some people collected fine art: admired, displayed, and discarded wh

st right, framed his features. His shirt stretched across his chest, t

gaze linger on someone so vain. He was the kind of male who

ed, and a forc

and yanking me forward. My wolf stretched inside me. I could barely breathe. Tiny bea

was

m

ream and dance

neliness and humiliation,

him the way it had just wrecked me. He would meet my eyes an

gaze skimmed past m

. My lungs forgot how to work. The bond had shattered my w

waist beads, they formed a circle, swaying their hips. The dance was

led at the edges. His hazel eyes dragged over

ous. She didn't understand why

should have been the happiest day of my life. Instead,