Tribute to The Cursed Lycan King

Walking Curse

Sydney

“Welcome to the Citadel of Shadows.”

Tears wouldn’t stop spilling down my cheeks as the guards hauled me up the wide obsidian steps of the Lycan King’s ancient palace. My bare feet throbbed from every stumble, bruises blooming fresh where Caleb’s pack had kicked me earlier. The heavy doors groaned open, and they shoved me hard. I crashed to my knees on the cold throne room floor, chains rattling, ragged dress barely clinging to my body.

There he stood, Slade Cain Zelovian, rising from his throne like a god carved from midnight and sin. Towering, every inch packed with thick, rippling muscle that strained against his dark tunic. Jet-black hair fell perfectly around a brutally handsome face, and those deep black eyes burned with centuries of rage and hollow loneliness. The walking curse. The king who f****d women and watched them wither and die in his bed the moment his skin met theirs.

My traitor heart stuttered. After everything Caleb had done, after he’d sold me like cheap meat for an alliance, I still caught myself forming a stupid, broken little smile at the raw power radiating off this man. f*****g pathetic, Syd.

“Give me that traitor first.” Slade’s voice sliced through the throne room like a blade.

Two guards dragged a boy no older than twenty forward. His legs buckled, chains rattling as they forced him to his knees right in front of the King. The boy’s eyes were wide with terror, lips trembling. He opened his mouth to beg, but Slade didn’t wait.

He reached down and pressed his bare palm flat against the boy’s cheek.

The scream that tore out of the traitor was inhuman: raw, wet, and agonized. His skin instantly blackened under Slade’s touch, veins turning to ash as dark smoke curled up from his pores like he was burning from the inside out. His body convulsed violently, eyes rolling back, mouth frozen in a silent howl as the curse ate him alive. Within seconds he collapsed in a crumpled heap, skin charred and smoking, the stench of scorched flesh filling the air.

Dead. Just like that. Those guards grab him like he does not hold value and throw him away.

Fuck.

That’s exactly what’s going to happen to me.

The same deadly hand that had just turned a living man into a smoking corpse will touch me too. My heart hammered so hard it hurt. Tears burned behind my eyes as the fresh memory of Caleb’s betrayal slammed into me again: his cold stare, Brielle’s mocking laugh, the way he sold me like meat to this monster.

I was next.

Any second now those same hands would touch me, and I would scream, burn, and die right here on this cold marble floor while the entire court watched.

“How many minutes do you think this one will last in my bed?” Slade asked his Beta, lips curving into a cruel smirk as he descended the steps.

The silver-haired Beta scanned my trembling form and chuckled. “She looks even more fragile than the last one, Your Majesty. That b***h lasted twenty seconds before she started screaming and crumbling. This omega? Five, maybe. Tops.”

Laughter erupted through the throne room like blades. Slade clenched his jaw, eyes raking over me slowly, examining every curve like I was already spread out beneath him.

I didn’t care anymore. My wolf was shattering inside my chest, howling in agony over Caleb’s betrayal, his cold stare, Brielle’s pregnant belly, the way he’d used my body and my money then tossed me away. Fresh tears burned hotter.

“Please…” The word slipped out, small and helpless.

Slade took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. “Another lamb to slaughter,” he murmured, voice low and lethal. “It’s too bad this is just another pathetic offering from Silvercrest. How many times have they wasted their tribute on me?” He shrugged, but his crimson gaze darkened with something hungry.

“Shame… she smells f*****g delicious. Sweet, desperate omega cunt. I could almost wish for more than one night with a scent like that.”

My fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. This ancient bastard had lived too long, cursed to be untouchable, deciding the fate of packs with a single deadly f**k. And Caleb had chosen his approval over me. Over us.

“I-I can do anything you want,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Just… please don’t do this to me—”

“Who the f**k do you think you are to command me, darling?” Slade cut in, voice dripping pure filth and dominance. His eyes flashed. “Strip her.”

My eyes widened in panic. “No—please!” I shook my head frantically, tears pouring faster. “I don’t want to die—”

“Silence!” His roar slammed through the room like thunder, silencing everyone.

Rough guard hands didn’t hesitate. They ripped my torn dress away in shreds, then yanked off my bra and panties, leaving me completely naked on the cold floor. I dropped to my hands and knees, arms scrambling to cover my breasts and p***y, shame flooding hot between my thighs even as terror choked me.

“Enough…” I whimpered.

“Get out,” Slade ordered the room. “All of you. Now.”

The men vanished in seconds. The heavy doors slammed and locked.

My teary eyes lifted to his face—beautiful enough to lure any woman to her death. He stalked toward me, that dangerous, dark-spice scent wrapping around me like a threat and a promise. I looked up through embarrassing tears, body shaking.

“Crying already?” He smirked, towering over me. “We’re not even at the interesting part yet, little wolf.”

His gaze devoured my naked curves with raw hunger.

“Touch yourself for me, love,” he commanded, voice rough and electric. It shot straight to my core, making my c**t throb traitorously. I wanted to slap myself for the way my body reacted.

Memories of Caleb flashed, Caleb burying himself in Brielle, no remorse, using me like a wallet and a hole. I didn’t want to do anything that reminded me of him. But it wouldn’t make a difference now anyway. I was already dead.

Slade’s jaw clenched as I slowly cupped one breast, thumb brushing my hardened n****e. A soft, broken sound escaped me. His breathing grew heavy, chest rising and falling like he was starving to touch what he couldn’t.

A defiant, fake smile curved my lips. If I’m going to die, at least make him want me first. My other hand slid down my stomach, fingers parting my folds, teasing my slick c**t right in front of him. A muffled moan slipped from my mouth as I rubbed slow circles, hips twitching.

“You can f**k me once and lose me, Your Majesty,” I moaned, voice husky despite the tears. I pinched my n****e harder, rubbing my c**t faster, eyes locked on the massive bulge straining his pants. “Use this worthless omega p***y before your curse takes me.”

“f**k,” Slade growled, jaw tight, eyes blazing crimson. “Suck my d**k. Now.”

He didn’t wait. He unzipped, shoving his pants down. His c**k sprang free—thick, veined, impossibly huge and rock-hard, bigger than anything I’d seen with Caleb. The head already glistened with pre-c*m.

I gulped but didn’t show fear. I still didn’t want to die.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he smirked, fisting my hair. “This isn’t when you die… yet.”

He yanked my head forward and pushed his massive c**k past my lips, stretching my mouth wide. A deep groan tore from his throat. “f**k… your mouth is so goddamn hot and wet, little wolf.”

I closed my eyes and sucked him like I was trained for it, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the thick head, then sliding down to lick and suck his heavy balls before dragging my tongue back up. I met his glowing eyes, moaning around his length as I took him deeper, saliva dripping down my chin.

He tasted sinful, salt and dark power. My p***y clenched hard, growing wetter by the second. For a moment, the pain of Caleb’s betrayal faded under the filthy heat of this.

“f**k, that’s enough,” Slade snarled, pulling my mouth off his c**k with a wet pop. He lowered me onto my back on the cold floor, careful not to touch skin-to-skin yet, then tore his shirt off in one brutal rip.

My eyes widened at the sight—chiseled six-pack abs, broad chest, every muscle carved like lethal perfection. Goddess…

“You’re really going to kill me…” I whispered, voice trembling with fear and unwanted need.

He smirked down at me, c**k twitching. “You may be the best f**k I’ve had in centuries, but don’t expect a heart from me, omega. I don’t f**k women twice, not only because they die screaming, but because none could ever survive me anyway. Impossible.”

He dropped between my spread thighs. His hot tongue dragged over my breast, circling my n****e before sucking it hard into his mouth. I arched with a loud moan, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers trailed my jaw, then lower, until his mouth moved down my stomach… and finally latched onto my dripping p***y.

“f**k!” I gasped, fists clenching at my sides as his tongue flicked my swollen c**t.

“So f*****g wet already?” He laughed darkly against my folds, the vibration making me jerk.

“Death staring you in the face and your greedy little cunt is still starving for my huge c**k? Pathetic… and delicious.”

He licked faster, sucking my c**t between his lips, tongue plunging inside me. My moans grew louder, hips grinding shamelessly against his face.

“Faster—please, faster,” I begged, voice low and broken.

I was right there, about to shatter on his tongue, when he suddenly stopped. Instead, he surged up, crashing his mouth against mine in a devouring kiss—biting my lower lip, tongue thrusting deep like he owned me. He grabbed my hips, yanking my chest flush against his bare torso without a second thought.

Our skin met fully.

Slade froze.

His crimson eyes flew wide in raw shock. Those deadly hands didn’t pull away. Instead, they roamed, trailing down my throat, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my n*****s, sliding over my stomach, leaving trails of scorching electricity everywhere.

No pain. No withering. No death.

Just pure, blazing fire that made my core clench and my breath hitch.

He was touching me. Skin to skin. And I was still alive.

“Impossible…” His voice cracked, raw and dangerous. “You’re f*****g immune.”

Shock melted into feral, possessive hunger that made my wolf whine with dark want. His strong hands clamped onto my hips, yanking me hard against his massive body. My bare breasts smashed against his chest. His huge c**k throbbed hot and heavy against my slick folds. Still no death, only raw, scorching desire that had me dripping down my thighs.

“You survive me,” he growled against my lips, voice rough with centuries of starving loneliness. One hand fisted my hair, the other gripped my ass possessively, grinding his c**k along my slit. “After hundreds of f*****g years… you’re the only one. You’re mine now, little omega. Mine to break. Mine to keep.”

My mind spun. Caleb had thrown me away like garbage. Sold me to die. Yet this cursed king’s touch—supposed to kill—felt like the first real safety and sin I’d ever known. Tears slipped down my cheeks, betrayal still burning like acid, but underneath it, heat flooded me so hard I whimpered.

His hands didn’t hurt. They awakened every dead part of me.

Slade’s darkened eyes bored into mine, lips brushing my ear as he rocked his thick c**k against my entrance.

“I’m going to test every inch of this perfect body tonight, my bride,” he growled, voice dripping filthy promise. “And when I’m done, you’ll be screaming my name so loud the moon itself will hear how well you take your king’s cock.”

He nudged the fat head of his c**k against my soaked entrance, eyes blazing with centuries of pent-up hunger.

“Beg for it, little survivor,” he rasped, teeth grazing my neck. “Beg your cursed king to f**k you raw… or I’ll make you scream without mercy.”