The Lycan King's Curse

PHOEBE "Wow, you’re so beautiful, dear! You look wonderful!" Virginia complimented, her eyes brimming with genuine admiration. Her words filled me with a surge of confidence, as if I were truly donning a gown crafted exclusively for me. I felt like a princess graced by her presence. Virginia, my nanny since my childhood, has always been more than just a housemaid. She became a second mother to me when my own was too consumed by her work, and my father passed away when I was still young. Her nurturing presence and unwavering support have been my rock through the years. A soft smile played upon my lips as gratitude welled up within me. "Thank you so much, mother. I truly hope Tyke appreciates my look today,” I often referred to her as 'mother' because that's exactly what she had become to me—a maternal figure whose love and care transcended the boundaries of a traditional housemaid. Her fingers grazed my long, cascading locks, which held the shade of rich chocolate. It wasn't an act of vanity to admit that I possessed physical allure. Many have marveled at my captivating eyes, my lips with their gentle pout, and an alluring presence that seemed to enthrall those around me. A womanly figure, accentuated by generous curves, graced my hourglass frame. Remarkably, I've managed to maintain my looks without dedicating hours to vigorous exercise. My fair skin glowed with a radiance that drew attention, and at 5'6'' tall, I towered above the average woman. "I have no doubt that Tyke will be captivated by your elegance today. He must feel incredibly proud to have such a ravishing fiancée—elegant and smart! But if he ever fails to appreciate your worth, please don't hesitate to let me know! I will not shy away from reprimanding him," Virginia chuckled, her laughter laced with warmth and genuine affection. Tyke, my beloved boyfriend, and I had shared a love story that many envied. Our forthcoming wedding, just two months away, filled the hearts of our friends and acquaintances with excitement. Yet, my mother's response to our impending marriage remained lukewarm at best. It didn't matter, though. I knew in the depths of my heart that Tyke was the man I wanted by my side, through every season of life, until our hair turned gray and our steps slowed with age. "I must go now, mother. I wouldn't want to miss a moment of the grand celebration," I remarked, a spark of eagerness dancing in my eyes. Virginia arched a delicate eyebrow, her expression tinged with concern. "Isn't Tyke supposed to pick you up here? It feels like ages since he last graced our house with his presence." Her observation hit the mark. I struggled to recall the last time Tyke had crossed our threshold. Yet, I refused to harbor resentment toward him. I understood the weight of his responsibilities and the ceaseless demands placed upon his shoulders. Managing multiple businesses was no small feat. "Don't fret, mother. It's all right! Tyke has asked me to meet him at the party tonight. I have a driver who will whisk me away," I assured her, my voice infused with a serene acceptance. Virginia let out a soft sigh, guiding me toward the enchanting garden. "Take care, Phoebe," she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of fondness and concern. One hour later, my gaze lifted to the towering presence of the seven-star hotel before me. It stood tall, an architectural marvel stretching skyward for what felt like sixty floors or more. The exterior boasted sleek glass panels, reflecting my own image back at me. Even from outside, I could sense the opulence radiating from within, as if the very air around the establishment exuded luxury. A fleet of limited-edition cars graced the hotel's entrance, their price tags surpassing a hundred thousand dollars each. The parking lot was a showroom of extravagance, filled with gleaming sports cars that whispered of untold wealth. Surely, Tyke had already made his way into the party. Familiar faces dotted the scene, individuals from affluent families whose names I recognized, even if our paths had never crossed personally. Their impeccably tailored suits and resplendent gowns added to the air of grandeur that enveloped the gathering. With an air of grace, I made my way toward the hotel's entrance. The security guards, without uttering a word, instinctively bowed before me, a display of deference that momentarily caught me off guard. Stepping through the doors, I found myself captivated by the interior design of the hotel. Over the years, I had visited countless establishments, yet this one stood in a league of its own. The atmosphere breathed sophistication, and I couldn't help but imagine that a regular room here would cost an entire month's salary for an average employee. Tonight's event, the Grand Ball, symbolized the unity of our city, a gathering primarily attended by businessmen. As Tyke's girlfriend, my presence was expected, and the invitation had found its way into my hands. Glancing at my wristwatch, I confirmed that it was precisely seven o'clock in the evening. Yet, why hadn't Tyke called me yet? I attempted to dial his number, only to be met with a disheartening tone of disconnection. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I stepped into the elevator, making my way to the hotel's Skydeck. Perhaps Tyke had simply forgotten to bring his cell phone. Surely, he must be here, caught up in the swirl of the grand event. Within minutes, I found myself stepping onto the Skydeck, greeted by an exquisite display of party decorations that threatened to bring tears to my eyes. Elaborate chandeliers cast a warm glow, intricate designs adorned every corner, and elegant tables and chairs beckoned guests to take a seat. The sheer opulence of it all was awe-inspiring. The amount of money poured into this event must have been staggering. As I made my way down the red carpet, the sound of clicking cameras echoed around me. Amidst the flurry of activity, my smile remained fixed, even though my heart was heavy with disappointment. A gentleman, spotting my presence, approached me with familiarity. "You must be Phoebe Hartwell, Tyke's fiancée, am I correct?" he asked. I nodded, acknowledging his observation. "Yes, I am Phoebe Hartwell, and I am engaged to Tyke. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. May I know your name, sir?" A warm smile graced the old man's face. "Please, call me Mr. Smith. You are a vision of beauty! Damn it! Tyke is indeed fortunate to have you by his side!” Grateful for his kind words, I murmured a quiet "thank you" in response. Mr. Smith's gaze shifted, his curiosity apparent. "By the way, where is Tyke? Why aren't you with him?" My brows furrowed in concern. Did his question imply that Tyke had yet to arrive at the party? That couldn't be right. I knew Tyke well enough to understand his punctuality. He despised being late to any gathering. So, where was he? Nervousness surged within me, dampening any joy I had hoped to feel. Something was amiss. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to unfold. "Mr. Smith, I’m sure there was an emergency at his company. But I assure you, Tyke is on his way," I said, hoping my words would pacify him. With a polite goodbye, I excused myself and retreated to a secluded corner, retrieving my cell phone from my purse once again. I dialed Tyke's number, yet the only response I received was the ominous silence of his phone being turned off. A passing waiter handed me a cocktail drink, which I sipped in an attempt to calm my nerves. I had to remain composed, reminding myself that perhaps Tyke's phone had simply run out of battery. There was no need to jump to conclusions. I engaged in conversations with various party guests, but my eyes never strayed far from the entrance door. I yearned to catch a glimpse of Tyke, to find reassurance in his presence. Yet, as the hours dragged on, Tyke remained absent. Panic coursed through my veins, draining the color from my trembling palms. Beads of sweat formed on my brow, my heart beating with an unrelenting force. Desperation led me in search of a restroom, and a helpful staff member pointed me in the right direction. Frustration simmered within me, for I had begun to accept that Tyke might not make it tonight. I couldn't afford to hold onto false hope any longer. Tomorrow, I resolved to visit Tyke's flat and uncover the truth behind his absence. There had to be a valid reason. But before leaving, I needed to go to the restroom, collecting my thoughts in private. As I scanned the unfamiliar faces at the party, a sense of unease settled upon me. I didn't want to feel out of place, isolated in a sea of strangers. I asked the staff where the restroom was and I followed her directions and pushed open the door to the public restroom, only to be taken aback by its expansive size, reminiscent of a luxurious spa. It felt like stepping into a small, private sanctuary. Before entering the cubicle, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I assessed my appearance and pushed the cubicle’s door. As I lifted the hem of my gown, a peculiar sound reached my ears, disrupting the silence. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Yes, baby, go deeper! f**k me hard!" The unmistakable sound of a woman's moans pierced the air. Disgust contorted my facial expression. While I may be inexperienced in matters of intimacy, I wasn't naive enough to misunderstand what was happening in the neighboring cubicle. I couldn't fathom why these two individuals couldn't wait until they were in the privacy of their own space. Why did they have to engage in such an audacious act in public? Embarrassment washed over me, tainted by their flagrant disregard for common decency. "Oooh! s**t! You're so good! Oh my goodness! Yes, hard f**k me!" I longed to cover my ears, desperate to shield myself from the lewd moans that continued to assail my senses. Yet, even with my hands pressed against my ears, the grunts and the rhythmic collision of bodies remained audible. Amidst the unintelligible pleas of the woman, the man's prowess was undeniable. "Your stupid girlfriend can't even do this! I'm the only one who can satisfy your needs. I'm the only one who can make you happy! Ahhh!" The woman's voice resonated again, filled with a twisted sense of triumph. Inside the cubicle, I felt a sense of powerlessness. Something felt off, and a familiar scent wafted through the air, teasing at my senses. "Baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Please give me your cum...!" The woman's plea hung in the air, laden with desperation. My heart pounded fiercely within my chest, not out of personal disturbance, but out of an inexplicable void that was opening up before me. "You really love when I f**k you so hard, huh?" The man's voice, once heard, forever etched in my memory. The weight of realization settled upon me, and I found myself holding my breath, my nerves unraveling. "I like it when you f**k me rough, Tyke!" The woman's admission cut through the air, a dagger of truth aimed at my heart. Gone was the innocence that shielded me from such realities. The ground beneath me quivered as my knees shook, and my once-rosy palms turned ashen. Reluctantly, I acknowledged the truth brewing in my mind, knowing that my eyes would soon bear witness to the undeniable. Summoning my strength, I pushed open the cubicle door, bracing myself for what awaited me. Yet, they seemed oblivious to my presence, consumed by their insatiable desires. I suppose I must be the fool in this situation. The truth, so painfully evident, slapped me across the face, an agonizing revelation. Taking a deep breath, I fought to regain composure, to preserve my poise despite the wrenching pain coursing through me. I stood there, a silent witness, waiting for their illicit encounter to reach its climax. Their carnal moans crescendoed, reverberating through the restroom, as I cupped my hands over my ears, attempting to drown out their frenzied cries. I stood there, waiting for them to acknowledge my presence, my clenched fist a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. But they continued, oblivious to my existence, and what I witnessed before me seared my vision. The air grew thick, making it difficult to breathe. As they hurriedly adjusted their disheveled attire, they finally noticed me. And there, in front of me, stood Tyke... locked in an intimate embrace with none other than Erika Jones! My fiancé's ex-girlfriend!