The Lycan King's Curse

Chapter 2

PHOEBE

My hands tightened into fists, veins pulsating with the urge to unleash my wrath upon them. Anger consumed me, blinding my vision in a crimson haze. It took every ounce of self-restraint to prevent my hands from becoming stained with their blood. I may be a sinner, but I refuse to sink to their level. My hands will remain untainted, free from their contamination.

Startled by my presence, Tyke forcefully pushed Erika away, her body crashing to the floor in a painful thud. His face betrayed a mixture of fear and desperation as he approached me, pleading for a chance to explain.

Erika, on the other hand, wore a malicious smirk, relishing in the opportunity to taunt me. "Tyke, why bother defending yourself in front of her? It's evident you enjoyed our s*x. Your moans were loud enough for her to hear. Do you think it's unfair to her?" Her eyes scanned me with disdain, a clear display of her mockery.

Fury coursed through my veins, causing my fists to clench tighter. Tears welled up, threatening to spill, but I refused to allow weakness to seep through. I would not grant them the satisfaction of witnessing my pain.

Especially not Erika, the woman who is rejoicing in my suffering. She took pleasure in my anguish, uncaring of the fact that Tyke was on the verge of marriage. Then again, why wouldn't she? Seeing me in pain was her happiness!

I couldn't understand why Erika harbored such deep-seated hatred towards me. Her loathing knew no bounds. But I refused to let her wound me again. I would no longer allow someone like her to inflict harm upon me!

I’m naive but I’m not a martyr!

My heart screamed in agony, its beats erratic, constricting my breath. How could Tyke, the man I loved with all my heart, betray my trust? He was the only one I had ever loved, and yet he chose to hurt me. It felt as if my heart were being crushed, suffocating me with its weight. I yearned to release the tears welling up inside me, but I fought to maintain my composure.

"There's no need for explanations, Tyke. I saw everything with my own eyes," I uttered, my gaze flickering towards Erika.

What pained me most was the realization that out of all the women he could have cheated with, he chose Erika. Tyke knew of her hatred for me, knew that she despised me in every way. Erika was his ex-girlfriend, someone solely focused on tearing apart our relationship. She held no love for my fiancé. And that's what I couldn't grasp—why would he choose Erika?

"Did you also hear us moaning each other's names? Come on, Phoebe, go on with your wedding. It's abundantly clear he doesn't love you. He cheated on you to be with me—"

"Erika, enough!" Tyke's voice erupted with fury, cutting her off mid-sentence.

Erika's raised eyebrow only fueled my determination. I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing my anger crumble.

"Oh, don't worry, Erika. I'm sure Tyke finds it difficult to resist a snake like you. What sane woman wouldn't be drawn to a man on the verge of marriage? My apologies to your parents for failing to raise their daughter properly," I retorted, playing my own hand.

Erika's agitation was palpable, her composure wavering. "You b***h—" she seethed, her hand reaching out towards my hair.

But before she could touch me, Tyke stepped in, his voice filled with frustration. "Erika, enough! You've gone mad!"

The fire in Erika's eyes burned brightly. "Tyke! Did you hear what Phoebe just called me? A snake!"

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at her defiantly. "If you don't want to be labeled as such, then enlighten me with a better term for a woman who steals another woman's boyfriend," I challenged.

My voice dripped with venom. "Pity you, Erika. Tyke can't have my body, so you're left as his mere plaything. And mark my words, he'll discard you as easily as a hot potato once he's done using your body," a triumphant smirk curved upon my lips.

Tyke seemed burdened by the weight of it all. "Phoebe, please let me explain—"

"No need to worry. I'm leaving. I won't subject myself to this. I just wanted to enlighten Erika, who seems to be suffering from delusions. She had no idea she was nothing more than a f*****g toy," laughter bubbled from deep within me, filling the room.

"You f*****g b***h!" Erika's voice erupted in an angry growl.

I stumbled out of the restroom, my emotions overwhelming me. The pain of Tyke's betrayal consumed my heart. I needed something to numb the ache, something to drown out the reality that shattered my dreams.

Approaching the bar counter, I pleaded with the bartender for a strong drink. I wanted the alcohol to wash away the sorrow that threatened to suffocate me.

Lost in a haze of tears and alcohol, I felt a presence beside me. The intoxicating scent of a luxurious cologne enveloped me, and a deep, commanding voice broke through the chaos.

"Miss, are you alright? You seem intoxicated," the voice resonated with concern, carrying a captivating tone that stirred something within me.

I turned my gaze, and my eyes widened as I locked eyes with Tyke. Was he here because he cared? A mix of pain and love surged through me, unable to be untangled. He was supposed to be with Erika, right?

His warm hand rested on my shoulder, and worry etched his face. "You're not well. Are you alone? Do you have a driver?"

Emotions spilled over, and tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked into Tyke's eyes. "Tyke, can you please leave me alone? You see, I'm not okay. I'm hurting! My heart feels like it's being torn apart."

Attempting to stand, I stumbled, my legs betraying me. But Tyke was quick, reaching out to steady me, holding my hands in his.

"You're clearly drunk. Let me take you somewhere safe," his voice felt like a lifeline, soothing yet unsettling all at once.

My weary eyes begged for respite. Sleep was the only escape I craved. Tyke guided me, speaking with the receptionist and arranging a suite in the hotel.

Moments later, Tyke gently carried me into a cool, dimly lit room. My surroundings blurred, my senses dulled.

In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of his lips curling into a bittersweet smile. He approached me, his touch electric as he kissed me passionately. My heart fought against my better judgment, surrendering to the familiar heat of his lips.

He was a master of seduction, effortlessly sweeping me off my feet. Within seconds, I found myself on the soft mattress, our lips intertwined in a dance of desperation and desire.

As our lips finally parted, gasping for breath, his gaze locked with mine. "You are a goddess," he whispered, leaving me with a maelstrom of conflicted emotions and a longing for answers.

He stood before me, his eyes filled with longing and desire. The air crackled with electricity as we locked gazes, a silent understanding passing between us. At that moment, words became unnecessary; our hearts spoke a language of their own.

Slowly, he reached out and delicately brushed his fingers against my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was gentle yet intense, igniting a fire within me. Every caress felt like poetry, his fingertips tracing the contours of my face as if sculpting a masterpiece.

He took off my bra, exposing my breasts to his gaze. I covered my two mountains with my arms in shame. "Don't try to hide it from me, woman. They are perfect," he muttered.

I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he leaned in, his lips so close to mine. The anticipation was overwhelming, a sweet ache that danced between pleasure and longing. Time seemed to stand still as our lips finally met, and the world faded away, leaving only the two of us in a universe of our own making.

When I felt his warm lips on my n*****s, I let out a moan. He sucked it down like a hungry baby. And this is a new experience for me. I never imagined heaven would be like this.

“Ooohh…!” I screamed.

His kisses were a symphony of passion, each one a crescendo of desire. They left me breathless, craving more.

I'm sure his kisses will leave an impression on me tomorrow.

I'll think about the issues tomorrow. Tonight, I'm going to let myself be enchanted by Tyke's beauty and wonder.

His hard member was poking my stomach. I noticed him smirking.

Tyke took off his briefs. When I saw his thick, hard, long member saluting me, I swallowed hard. Goodness! Will it fit me?

He gave me a big hug. And pushed himself in my wet p***y. "Oh, Jesus!" I moaned with pleasure.

He isn't fully yet inside of me, but I have the feeling my liquid is about to burst.

I took a look at him. I begged and pleaded with him to take me. "Please put it inside me. Fill me up,"

Oh, I don't know myself anymore! All I know is I want Tyke. I want him.

"Are you sure? I won't let you refuse once I'm inside."

"Yes, baby, yes!”

He seems to be preparing my body. I felt him inside my body with a single swift thrust.

"Aaaahhhh!" I closed my eyes in pain. I'm not going to cry. But I can't help myself. I understand how painful the first time is. But I didn't expect it to be so painful.

Tyke appeared stunned. "What the hell? You’re still a virgin?" He was about to pull himself when I stopped him with my two legs.

"Please, no!" I no longer understand myself. I'm not in heat, but my lust has taken over.

I want to believe he is concerned about me. His face says it all. "Are you sure? If you're hurt, I won't let you do this."

I inhaled deeply and kissed him on the cheek. "I like it. Pleaseee! Please keep going! Oh, Tyke!”

Our bodies moved in harmony, a dance of love and connection, as we explored the depths of our desires. With every touch, every whisper, we surrendered ourselves completely to the moment, losing ourselves in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared passion.

"Ohhh!" Our grunts filled the entire room.

"Ahhh! I'm c-cumming baby!" I could feel his hot load inside of me.

As our bodies entwined, the intensity grew, and our connection deepened. Pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave, consuming my senses and transcending the physical realm.

We moved together, finding solace and ecstasy in each other's arms.

This magical night, all my worries and doubts dissolved, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging. It was a love that defied reason, a love that conquered all obstacles.

In his embrace, I found solace from the pain, and my heart began to heal.As our bodies found release, we held onto each other, cherishing the aftermath of our shared intimacy. The room was filled with a warm, contented silence, a sanctuary of love and tenderness.

I realized that true beauty lay not in perfection or grand gestures, but in the raw, vulnerable connection between two souls. Our love was the proof of heart aside from betrayal.

We drifted into a peaceful sleep, still entwined in each other's arms, I knew it… no matter what happens, we still find ourselves back to each other.

I still f*****g love him even though he destroyed me.