Rejected and Sold to the Cursed Lycan King

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g pain and became a kind of bright, ringing peace. They pulled me out in time. My grandmother held me by the

nd time

ghtless - and my grandmother's voice came

spent eighteen years being embarrassed and rejected and sold, and I have no

t peace h

le. Moving over my skin like sunlight through water. A hand, wide and hot, presse

heart

peace shattered, and sensation came roaring back like a tide, and I h

s ga

ned, disbelieving voice, stripped of

ned m

crawling up his arm: gone. The skin beneath the torn bandage was whole. His chest rose and fell with slow, even breaths, and his gold eyes -

uld have melted the

moonlight glows off snow - and where his palm touched

everything he knows. "My curse has killed everything the goddess ever blessed. Priestesses. Healers. A heir of the Sou

rint of five fingers was rising on my skin where he'd gripped me. I could feel ever

at the fingermar

pression - too fast to name, g

d he flexed his fingers one at a time, like a man remembering how they worked. "Six priestesses. Two physicians. One Fae. All of them ash by the thir

d it's a

d to the window. He tore the curtain open, and moonlight flooded the chamber. "The fevers come every night at moonrise," he said, watching the light crawl across his own knuckles. "The black veins follow. The pain is.

lt," I

ilverclaw does not breed simple." He crossed back to me in three strides and

ook

sn't the strange part. The strange part was the feeling: my hands felt *full*. For eighteen years I'd lived in a body that felt hollow -

the king said quietl

st healer in th

ngs. They did not *heal*, child. Healing is what happens on the way to what they actually do." His voice dropped. "They *unmake what has been done.* Curs

. I gripped the

would have - he would have said something.

he king said,

e I'd seen him take - and pulled a knife from the drawer. Not a dagger. A *k

it across h

ut gaped deep - deeper than any practical test

are

Because they will, moon-daughter. The moment they smell what you are, this entire kingdom will try to own you - my included. The difference between me and the o

y hands.* I stood up. My le

k his

rm weight in my chest stirred, leaned forward, *reached* - and light pooled silver in my palms

ut cl

ken, as if the knife had never existed. As if three years of cuts and

en

ack. When he raised his eyes to mine, the furnace in them had

held back by what I am, and what I am has been failing, night by night, for a thousand nights. And tonight-" His hand closed, careful, around mine. Careful. The most dangerous man in the known w

Maje

r. It seems ill-mannered to make you use a title." The quiet burn in his eyes came back up a degree. "There will be terms, of course. There is a contract to discuss, and a court to sur

ton

ment, it was almost a smile - the firs

re going to sit where I can see you, because if I wake from a fever dream tomorrow and you hav

eat bell rope, and forty floors below us I heard - faint, ast

till on the rope, and looked ba

arrived as a tribute. You will stay as the most valuable person

ecause

chamber, where the curtain had not quite finished settling, and

u are not the only one who