4 Book(s) Related to The Cursed Lycan

"You want me Alexa," He whispered, his lips trailed hot kisses down her neck, and his other hand trailed to the band of her soaked panties. "Why can't you just accept that?"She moaned out loud as his hand found her wetness, but she refused to give him the satisfaction. "I would never accept you, Zade. Return back to the hell you were cast out from." Torn and broken and newly divorced, she walked in a club, where her sights landed on a man, sexy as sin.After a wild night of passion, he claims her as his queen, but she wants nothing to do with him since he took her from her life forcefully. But he would never let his salvation go, even if it kills him.Would she submit to the pleasure he was going to give her after being hurt before? He was her kidnapper, after all.And how would they navigate through challenges that prove to be bigger than her as she finds out the King of death is her second chance mate?


Alexa is the long awaited mate of Zade, a cursed Lycan God who was banished from heaven after he was framed by his brothers for killing his mother's wolves. Selene, the moon goddess and his mother, decided to give him redemption, by sending a mate. She was unable to identify him as her mate so he took her to his kingdom, not wanting to let her out of his sight. In this story, Zade tries his best to win Alexa’s love while they try to over come all external challenges from long enemies of Zade, and the secret of Alexa’s true identity is discovered. The story is a dark, drama filled romance that ends well, and is filled various themes like romance, second chance and evil ex.

“You smell like you’re afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid, Your Majesty,”
Lie.
His gaze drops to her lips, lingering there. “Then what are you feeling?”
She cannot answer.
Her pulse does it for her, loud and frantically beating. The air between them tightens as he leans in slowly, deliberately, as though giving her every chance to step away. His forehead brushes hers, his breath warm against her mouth, carrying the faintest trace of danger.
“Tell me to step back,” he murmurs, the words brushing her skin.
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes. Instead, her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer without meaning to. A low sound escapes him, rough and strained, and his hand settles at her waist, holding her as though she is both precious and perilous.
His thumb moves in a slow circle through the thin fabric of her dress, sending heat spiraling through her. Her breath stumbles, her legs weaken, and when his lips brush the corner of her mouth intensely, the world tilts violently off its axis.
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Amaris Hanxton grew up as a servant in a house that was never hers. On the night she turns eighteen, her wolf awakens and the secrets her adoptive family buried begin to surface, followed by a summons to the palace she was never meant to survive.
Hunter Axton, the cursed Lycan King, rules a kingdom that fears him more than it honors him. Bound by prophecy and a dying bloodline, he is forbidden from claiming a mate until the curse is broken.
When Amaris arrives, she is meant to be ordinary, but fate disagrees. As desire collides with danger, one question remains... Will Amaris flee the man who could destroy her, or choose the one she was destined to save?

Just then, he reached out and touched me. His large hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing dangerously near my lower lip. The dungeon air vanished, replaced by the scent of leather, and steel. He peered deep into my eyes, and in that instant, I thought of first time, that weird feeling of connection, waxing even stronger now.
It was impossible. This man was an enemy. Associations with his kind are regarded as abominable.

Narnia never imagined that she would be sent to the side of that man in place of her sister—the infamous, cold-blooded king and commander Elias Varon, who hated werewolves and vowed revenge for her parents' deaths at their hands.

She had prepared herself for death, but a mysterious bond connected the two of them. Even more unbelievable, she seemed to develop an uncontrollable affection for this destined enemy.

Caught between a fateful bond and the vortex of conflict between two races, what will become of Narnia?