The Lycan Prince's Cursed Mate

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as gifts but for me, this was worse than a curse. I had my face covered with the tattered scarf

and not let Elijah discover me. I would be the first she-w

y he walked frantically following my scent showed how desperate he was to find his mate. When he was just a few wer

. My heart leaped in my chest as Elijah abruptly halted in front of me. Tears welled up in my eyes, yet I fought to project an illusion of strength. Withou

werewolves in the queue began to whisper, their words condemning and judgemental, aimed at my tatter

unnerve him, and suspicion crept into his voi

lijah extended his hand, forcefully gripping the fabric. I resisted, my resistance fueling hi

g my face. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of the happiness radiating from him, but it all shattered in a single heartbeat

mate. My mind went numb, I didn't know what I should do. All I could see ah

hair, as if trying to exert control and dominance. His words pierced through me like daggers as he spat venomously,

streaming down my face, a torrent of despair and anguish. Elijah's grip tightened, causing me unbearable agony, as he callously twisted my body towards the cro

ere the contemptuous gazes of those around me, their eyes filled with repulsion and disgust. Elijah, relentless in his cruelty, yank

fend myself against the unjust accusations hurled at me. Trembling, I mustered the cour

a fit of anger, he forcefully pushed me away, the intensity of his actions mirroring the

gainst her but now I have decided that she will be executed in one week. Till then, she would be locked in the dungeon that is locate

ing and he ordered, "

is was

h and grabbed his feet and begged for mercy but he fiercely pushed me away a

way, Elijah scoffed, "A she-wolf who

of figured out what was

of the Blue Moon Pack, reject you,

econd. Though he was my enemy, he was also my mate, and sensi

eeched in pain. His booming voice overshadowed