The Lycan King's Curse

Chapter 3

REAGAN

The remnants of my dream still lingered in my mind, a tantalizing vision of love and devotion. In that ethereal realm, I stood at the altar, the embodiment of serenity, while a breathtaking woman graced my side. Her smile, sweet and enchanting, stirred emotions deep within my soul. She appeared as a goddess, radiating a celestial beauty that captivated my every sense.

Never could I have fathomed that such a day would come, where a lovely woman would grace my existence. The thought of spending my days with this stranger, this extraordinary woman, fills me with a sense of contentment I have never known.

But as reality pierced the veil of my dreams, my phone vibrated, jolting me back to the waking world. The illusion shattered, leaving me questioning the authenticity of my desires. Could it be possible that I yearn to marry the stranger lying beside me?

My eyes traveled over her form, an exquisite work of art that defied description. Each curve, each contour, she’s a living perfection. Yet, it was the innocence that graced her slumbering face that held me captive. Unconsciously, my gaze traced the lines of her naked body, an instinctual attraction that stirred my senses.

A warmth spread through my veins, awakening a desire that had lain dormant. The hardened pulse between my thighs stirred to life, evoking a desperate bite upon my lower lip. I cannot deny the impact of our intimate connection, an experience that transcended mere physicality. We did not simply have s*x, a passionate encounter, but rather, we made love!

I discovered a realm of unparalleled joy with one hot night with this stranger human. Her touch transported me to uncharted territories of pleasure, far surpassing the hollow encounters of my past. It became apparent that my previous experiences had been mere shadows of true intimacy, fueled by lust and driven by fleeting desires. But in the depth of our connection, I found an impression that would forever be etched upon my heart.

There is an undeniable truth that sets this stranger apart from any she-wolves I have ever encountered. I am not a playboy, for I have reached the age where most of my kind find their fated mates. And yet, the Moon Goddess has cursed me, obscuring the identity of my destined partner. Thus, I find myself nearing the age of thirty, still unbound in matrimony. For I hold marriage as a sacred union, one that should not be entered into lightly.

I am unwilling to settle for anything less than certainty, for I yearn to find my true fated mate.

Yet, in this perplexing twist of fate, I cannot deny the inexplicable connection that binds me to the woman lying beside me. Words fail to capture the depth of emotion that swirls within my being, defying the constraints of language itself. She is a mystery, a riddle waiting to be solved, and I am determined to uncover the truth behind this unexpected encounter.

I may be cursed, but destiny has a way of revealing itself in the most unlikely of circumstances. And as I gaze upon the sleeping beauty before me, an inkling stirs within my heart—a whisper that hints at the possibility of finding true love, even in the face of uncertainty.

Last night, I gave my all in my performance. I want to please the human in the bed. I tried my hardest to satisfy her. She is a virgin. I am the first man in her life. I will not deny that I am very happy with that knowledge. I'm thrilled to be the first man in her life, and I hope to be the last.

My joy didn't last long, since I remembered the woman calling me names last night. He appears to be the stranger's boyfriend.

Now, I'm confused. Did she give me her virginity because she thought I was another man? A lump formed in my throat. I don't want her to confuse me with another man. It offends my pride and ego.

My feelings are conflicted. I'm happy, confused, disappointed, and everything else.

But I refuse to let this end here. The allure of the mysterious woman compels me to uncover the depths of her being. There is no room for hesitation. I will pursue her, but for now, I must grant her the rest she deserves. Last night's endeavors have left her weary, and she requires time to recover.

After taking a refreshing shower, I find my clothes from the previous night still presentable. There is no need for fresh attire. Placing an order for food, I anticipate its arrival in our hotel suite shortly.

Returning to the woman's side, I observe her peaceful slumber. Her purity and sweetness radiate from her every pore. If this is the sight that greets me every day, I am certain it will never lose its allure. Each moment away from her will be a mere intermission until we reunite once more.

Dressed in my long-sleeved shirt and slacks, I settle into a seat, awaiting the arrival of our meal. However, my attention is diverted by the incessant vibrations of my phone.

Retrieving the device from the bedside table, I turn it over to see the caller's identity. Alas, the call ends abruptly before I have a chance to respond.

A furrow forms upon my brow as I notice the plenty of email notifications demanding my attention. It dawns upon me that an important high-level meeting awaits me today.

“Damn it!” A contract is to be signed by our esteemed client—a pivotal moment that I cannot afford to miss.

Curse my forgetfulness! How could such a critical engagement slip my mind?

My phone rings again, and this time it is Margareth Hartwell, one of my esteemed business partners. She possesses an astute business acumen and our rapport is built upon mutual respect. Despite the age gap, we share a camaraderie that transcends time.

I answer her call with a hushed tone, careful not to disturb the woman's slumber. Fatigue lingers from the events of last night, and a smile graces my lips at the thought.

"Reagan, where the hell have you been? I sent you a message last night but received no response. I am concerned about your presence at today's meeting. You are aware of its significance!" Margareth's voice echoes with worry.

Reluctant to admit my negligence, I respond, "Ugh… sorry, Margareth. Something happened last night and I found myself in a deep sleep. My apologies for my oversight. I am attired and prepared to go to work." I lied. I don’t ever want to go to work if I have a beautiful woman beside me.

"Very well. I will wait for your arrival. You have one hour to make it here. Hurry, Reagan Take care," Margareth's voice emanates reassurance as she ends the call.

I am left contemplating my next move. As room service arrives, I accept the delivery without allowing the staff to venture further into the room. No eyes should bear witness to the captivating sight of my enchanting stranger. An unexpected possessiveness overcomes me, though the reason eludes my understanding.

With the meal placed on the table, I deliberate the prospect of awakening her. However, my phone continues to vibrate insistently in my slacks pocket. Numerous individuals seek my attention, and the mounting pressure begins to weigh upon me.

Sighing in frustration, I decide against rousing her from her sleep. Her lips remain slightly parted, a testament to the dreams that still hold her in their grasp.

Leaving a calling card beneath the plate, I straighten my necktie and stride toward the entrance. The door swings open, revealing the woman who has stirred emotions within me that defy explanation.

"We shall meet again, my mate. I swear… I will find you,"