5 Book(s) Related to The Cursed Lycan

A story told from both sides of the blade.

Eleanor Clawford thought she knew what loss felt like. Her husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise, and days later, she received news of his death along with the name of his killer: Perseus Cage, the ruthless Lycan King who conquered her pack and now demands her hand in marriage as the price of peace.

She becomes his bride—a pawn traded for a treaty. But Eleanor doesn't break. Instead, she makes a quiet vow. She will wear black to the wedding, she will sharpen her blade while he sleeps, and when the moment is right, she will bury her sword in the chest of the man who destroyed her world.

Perseus Cage never expected to want the woman whose husband he killed. He tore her wedding gown on their first night, he gave her his name, and she responded by throwing his crown into the fire. Yet every time she looks at him with that mixture of fire, fury, and pain, he feels something ancient stir inside him.

She wants his blood. The joke is on her—he already gave her his heart.

Dark. Twisted. Unforgiving. This is for readers who crave possessive kings, vengeful brides, and a love story forged in betrayal, blood, and the kind of truth that cuts deeper than any blade.

"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.

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?

"So hot… I need release…" The rough, guttural moans coming from the King’s chamber vibrated through the floorboards, dripping with a raw, carnal need that made my thighs clench involuntarily.

I was just a servant, but the scent pouring from that room—musk, sweat, and overwhelming dominance—pulled me in like a moth to a flame. I pushed the door open. The Lycan King lay sprawled on the bed, his sheets tangled around his waist, barely hiding the massive tent of his arousal. He was writhing, his hips bucking unconsciously against the mattress, sweat slicking his magnificent, scarred chest.

"AAAAHHHHHHH! I NEED HER!" He roared, his voice thick with lust and agony.

I reached out, my trembling fingers brushing his burning skin. The shockwave was electric. His eyes snapped open—glowing a demonic red—and locked onto my heaving chest.

"Mine," he growled.

He yanked me down, crushing my soft body against his rock-hard erection. I gasped as I felt the thick, throbbing length of him pressing against my belly through our clothes. He buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent like a starving beast, his tongue dragging a wet, hot stripe up to my ear. "You smell like dessert," he rasped, his hand gripping my ass, grinding me harder against him. "Open for me."

The sheer size of him terrified me, but my own body betrayed me, my core gushing wet heat in response to hisAlpha command. "MATE," he roared, his hips snapping up to dry-hump me with bruising force, promising that once he got inside, he would never pull out.