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My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die

My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die

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Chapter 1 Despair

Word Count: 1324    |    Released on: 27/01/2026

with all the werewolves, it feels li

ny werewolf to avoid further bullying. Most humans believe the only way to escape

uch something sticky, making my stomach churn. I tear open the book to find a tar-like substanc

assroom burst out laughing, as if they'd

hed me as crumpled paper balls flew towards my head. Her glossy pink lips

fire to my scalp from the tight grip. Serena chuckles, "Aw, such a shame. Plus, this class requir

Searing my scalp and patches of my skin, staining my uniform an ugly brown colour. My throat tightened as eve

cking it repeatedly at my head. "Humans are disgusting creatures

couldn't fight back without breaking

uffer their wrath. The only reason I was accepted into the Academy is specifically for my

ded viciously, eager for vengeance that tasted like sour candy. My uniform sticks to my skin

r wolves, well.no

he literary professor and to my knowledge – all the

reason why they continuously harassed me is because I am better than them when it ca

critical brow at me. "I'm aware that you love attent

n't my fucking fault, and she knew it, but she fucking lov

e the most despicabl

urs to use on weapons," Ms. Vinona sa

mergencies, I imagined the target in

he recoil pierced my shoulder with a slight

immediately bur

as it grew hotter, scorching my skin. It burned my palm, the in

with my gun, but

, as all eyes were on the five wolves gradually

y knee until I collapse. Kylie laughs, a high-pitch sound

isting my arm holding the pistol backwards until I felt a sharp pain shoot t

ough blurry vision, Serena swiftly shifts to my right and snatches a chunk of my hair, pulling until I feel each prickle in my scalp. "You t

nance and malice exuding from his pores. My stomach twists in fear as those vicious obsidia

less creatures," I recit

the paint thick and blinding. Humiliation bubbles in my chest, stinging my eyes from the tears t

hat familiar ball of fi

ur colour." Serena

h red, give her a Carrie

g's blood?" Arc

dismissive han

will be a fuck

s the era of wolves ruling over humans. My parents were gone, and my only relative was my twin

just stand by and watch them continue to rule the world. I couldn't w

in order to develop a weapon that could exterminate the wolves. This c

when they left, I received a

f voice, "You have to be here in fi

dy again, he terrified me

to him. "I'll be the

had advanced to the point where humans were registere

t months or years of loneliness and torture. Now, education was my only way out, b

I would never be chosen by

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My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die
My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die
“In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ "Yes please." She begs. "Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. "Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me." "Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come." I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so." Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. "Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie." "Please, please let me come My King." She pleads. "Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good." I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."”