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[WARNING: 18+ — NO RAPE]

"I scratch and bite," Vivian warned, holding the Lycan Alpha's gaze confidently.

Ronan smirked, his hand gripping her chin possessively as he forced her to look up at him.

"You'll crawl and beg too," he promised.

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Being the Clan Leader of the last remaining cursed Lycans, Ronan had long abandoned his task of finding his fated mate after years of useless searching. However, his life is disrupted when he encounters a mysterious and barely clinging-to-life alive Omega wolf, Vivian, trespassing on his land. Covered in strange Wickan magic symbols, Vivian is not just any wolf—she is his destined mate.

Vivian has lived a life of rejection and suffering. Abandoned by her first mate for being unable to conceive, scorned by her family, and mistreated by her pack, Moonborn, she has endured endless humiliation. Forced by her father to mate with other Alphas in a desperate attempt to prove her worth, Vivian’s fate takes an even darker turn when she is cursed by a local coven and framed for a crime she didn’t commit. On the brink of death, she escapes into forbidden territory—Ronan’s land.

A stretch of land her pack never dared to tread upon.

Ronan’s mistrust only grows when he learns Vivian is from Moonborn, the pack that slaughtered his clan and remains his sworn enemy. Yet, irrespective of their dark feuding histories, he takes her in, determined to care for her and break the deadly curse inflicted upon her by Wickans and the ancient curse slowly leading him to an inevitable death. As they grow closer, secrets from both their pasts threaten to break them apart. 

And when Vivian’s niece arrives with a hidden agenda, matters become far more complicated.

*Cover is ai made.

Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate

Soran's words weighed heavily on Rowan.

He had no memory of what happened or who instructed him to tend to the ritual chambers, but he knew for sure that something was off.

It couldn't have been a simple blackout that confused his thoughts and prompted him to sabotage the Triune Circle.

And Soran, who was wary when he heard footsteps approaching, straightened up. He stepped away from the dungeon cell but stepped forward again. He reached out and fondly brushed his hand through Rowan's hair.

He felt a sharp jab in his chest, seeing the helpless look on Rowan's expression.

'I am sorry that it must be this way,' Soran thought, ending the touch by brushing a few hair strands away from Rowan's forehead.

The lad seemed to smile sincerely and it only twisted the jab in Soran's heart further.

Same eyes as mine