A Doctor For The Lycan King: My Cursed Mate

Gina

I slammed him against the wall, my breath hot against his ear, "Take me, fuck me, own me," I whispered, my voice dripping with raw, aching need.

A low growl rumbled from his throat. "If I fuck you with my full strength, you know I'll break you in two right? I wouldn't want to do that to my mate."

"I need you to shut the fuck up and fuck me, like a man," I snapped. My voice sharp, filled with frustration and desperate lust. I didn't want his words, I wanted him inside me deep, rough and ruthless.

Something flickered in his eyes, like a switch flipped. Without warning, he spun me around and shoved me against the wall. His grip bruising and primal. The power in his touch didn't feel human, he lifted me like I weighed nothing, like I was made of air and not flesh but I was too consumed by my own desire to question anything.

He tore through my clothes like paper, lips crashing against mine with a hunger that set my whole body ablaze. I moaned into his mouth, tasted his fire, until he pulled back, panting, eyes wild.

His mouth trailed down, teasing my jaw, then my throat. Sucking, biting, marking me. His teeth grazed my skin leaving marks that would be purple by morning. I would need to wear turtlenecks for a week.

With a single tug, he yanked my bra away, and his mouth closed over my nipple, hot, wet, and ravenous. I cried out, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding on like he was the only solid thing in my world.

Then he bit down hard, I gasped, "Fuck, you're driving me crazy."

"That's the plan," he growled, his voice guttural, almost inhuman. "To fuck you insane so you understand that your body and your soul, belongs to me."

He lifted me again, carried me to the wide mahogany desk, and laid me out like an offering. My legs were spread wide before I could even think. He ripped my panties apart and buried his face between my thighs, devouring me.

His tongue flicked, licked, and plunged, "You taste perfect," he said against my drenched pussy. "The most beautiful fucking body I've ever seen."

My hands gripped the edge of the desk as if to anchor myself, though I didn't need to, his hold on my thighs was tight. I ground my pussy against his mouth, moaning like I was unraveling.

"Yeah, moan for me, my love," he groaned, the vibrations rolling through my core.

Then his fingers found my clit, circling, teasing, while he sucked and licked with brutal precision. "Holy shit, I'm losing my mind," I panted.

He shoved a finger deep inside me, pumping hard and fast. My walls clenched, the pressure building too fast. "I'm gonna cum!" I screamed, not caring if the world heard.

He didn't stop, he pumped harder until I shattered, pulsing around him, moaning his name like a prayer.

"My filthy little slut," he murmured darkly. "I'm not even close to done with you."

He added another finger, thrusting deep and hard. I screamed, the pleasure brutal, almost too much. If this is what he can do with his fingers, I thought, what the hell is his cock going to do to me?

My pussy clenched again, begging, needing and then he pulled out.

"Shiiit! Why?!" I screamed. My whole body twitching and aching for release.

He smirked, "That's for teasing me and now you will have to beg for it. You'll beg me to fuck you and make you cum again."

Horny, flustered and wrecked, I broke, "Please, fuck me, I need your cock in me. I need you to fuck me hard, please," I begged. Swallowing every last drop of pride.

He pulled me to the edge of the desk. Our hands fumbled to undo his belt, rip his pants down.

Then he pulled it out, his massive and thick cock.

"Is... is that your...?" I stuttered, staring.

"Don't worry, baby, your pussy was made to take all of me," he said, voice low, eyes locked on mine.

He spread my thighs wider. "Tell me you want me, you want my soul and my body tonight and I'm all yours."

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, breathless. "I want your soul, your body. Tonight, we become one in flesh.

He slammed into me-

BANG!

A loud knock shattered the moment. I jolted upright in bed. My chest heaved, my sheets were tangled around my legs.

"Gina!! Don't you have work today? It's past 8 already!" Adele yelled, pounding my door.

Shit, I was late for my shift. I scrambled into the bathroom, pulse still racing. I had less than an hour to get ready, but I couldn't shake the dream.

The way he touched me, the way he owned me, it felt real like he was really here.

Heat pooled between my thighs, my skin still burned from phantom touches.

I stood under the shower, trembling and wondering. Who was that man and why did it feel like my body already belonged to him?

When I got downstairs, Adele was all dressed and ready to leave for work.

Tyler Hart

People imagine the Lycan throne as a seat of glory, wealth, power, and adoration. They forget it is also a seat built on blood. Many have tried to take it from me, foolish enough to believe the crown is easy to claim.

They learned the hard way that war with me is war with extinction. I have erased entire bloodlines from history. This throne is my family's legacy, carved over centuries, and I will not be the Hart who lets another lineage steal what we bled to protect.

But of all the battles I've fought, none are as relentless as the one inside me, loneliness.

I have watched pack brothers, warriors, and even my enemies find their mates, while I remain cursed, locked between fate and choice. The three women I chose as mates, each of them died within days of being marked, the wound never healing.

Loretta's death cut the deepest, we had agreed to wait, to bring in the most powerful witch we knew before sealing our bond.

But she grew impatient, so I gave in and marked her. Five days later, Lena found her lifeless in her chambers.

The guilt has been my shadow ever since.

So I swore no matter the pressure from the elders or the kingdom, never again. If the Moon Goddess refuses me a mate, then my pack will remain without a Luna. I'll find another way to secure an heir, and the curse can rot with me.

A knock broke my thoughts. I already knew the scent, Declan, my Beta. He didn't wait for permission before stepping inside.

"The elders are in the throne room," he said, dropping into the chair opposite me. "Waiting again."'

I exhaled heavily, "When they summon me, it's always the same song, choose a mate, choose a mate. You'd think they would spare a thought for the women who died because of this curse."

My voice dropped, hard with sarcasm. "Maybe this time I'll choose one of their precious daughters."

Declan smirked. "That would shut them up, briefly. But with the curse spreading, they're desperate. Fear makes people restless."

I rose from my seat. "I have my own fears to wrestle, but I don't go breathing down their necks for the sins of their predecessors. The curse is their legacy too."

I sent a sharp mind link to my Gamma, ordering her to join us, and strode toward the throne room with Declan close behind.

***

The air in the throne room was tense. Six elders sat in a crescent before me, exchanging glances like cowards deciding who will be the sacrificial speaker.

"Speak," I commanded. My voice cutting through their hesitation. "I have no time for your staring contests."

Abbot, the eldest and most cunning among them, finally rose. His tone was careful, but his eyes held that calculating glint I've learned to despise.

"Your Majesty, the council shares your concern for the curse. If we do not act, our race may weaken to the point where even humans might see us as vulnerable."

My lips curled into a sharp smile. "Humans, they would not dare. If they so much as blink in our direction, I will wipe them from the map."

Abbot pressed on. "Which is why we sought the guidance of a seer. Not another prophecy," he added quickly, "but a true vision. She confirmed that breaking the Moon Goddess's curse is bound to you finding your true mate. Only then will the healer be born."

I laughed, cold and humorless.

"Three centuries I've searched, and still she hasn't come. Now you expect me to believe the kingdom's salvation hinges on a woman who likely doesn't exist? If the Moon Goddess wants me to find her, she can deliver her to my gates. Or you can find her yourselves. I'm done hunting ghosts."

I moved to leave, but Elijah's voice halted me.

"Your Majesty, if you do not find your mate before this year ends, the council will strip you of the throne."

The room trembled with my growl, the raw force of my power sent them staggering back.

"You dare threaten me in my own palace, for a curse your forefathers birthed?" I stepped forward, my voice low and lethal. "Test me again, and I will make the Hart legacy an outstanding achievement of slaughtering its own council."

The elders stood, turning their backs to me. A silent declaration that their decision stood.

I let the silence stretch, my anger pulsing in the air.

"Very well," I said finally, my voice like steel. "By year's end, I will be here waiting and if you come for my throne, you had better bring an army, and your last prayers."

I walked out, leaving the weight of my promise hanging in the air like the scent of blood.

GINA

Stretching my neck forward and backwards did little to soothe the throbbing tension in my neck. I sat, slumped behind my desk, rotating my head slowly from side to side in an attempt to loosen the knots forming after a long, grueling day.

I had no business still being at the hospital because my shift ended hours ago but I had agreed to cover for Eric again.

Luckily for me, Dr. Laser took one look at my pale, drained face and insisted someone else handle the remainder of the shift. Perks of dating the director's son.

I hadn't realized how badly I needed saving until he intervened.

Eric had promised to make it up to me this weekend, with something quiet, romantic, just the two of us. I had been looking forward to it more than I cared to admit. We have been together for two years now. We met back in med school. Him, charming and ambitious; me, top of my class and totally focused on my future.

Somehow, despite our differences, we'd found a rhythm. He even convinced his father, the director of the most prestigious hospital in the country, to give me a position here. With my grades and accolades, it hadn't taken much convincing.

This hospital served both humans and werewolves. Although the supernatural rarely needed medical care thanks to their abilities to heal themselves. The facility remained open to both. Still, it was mostly humans walking through these halls...walking in sick and walking out healed.

I gathered my things with a sigh of relief, grateful to finally head home. But as I approached my apartment, a small frown crept across my face.

Eric's car was parked in front of the building. Strange.

Dr. Laser must have told him I was relieved early. Was he that eager to see me? My heart warmed slightly at the thought.

And Adele's car was there too, I smiled again. My best friend, we have lived together since university. Maybe we'd all hang out tonight, order takeout, watch something trashy on TV, and unwind.

But the second I stepped into the apartment, that warmth began to wither.

Eric's shoes... his shirt... his belt... tossed carelessly in the hallway. Fear gripped me, I wasn't ready to discover any funny play. My chest tightened as I saw Adele's blouse draped over the armrest. Her bra... her underwear... all scattered around the place too.

No, no, it couldn't be, this had to be a misunderstanding.

I walked on numb legs, my breath got shallow. I climbed the stairs like a ghost, dreading what I might find but unable to stop.

And then I opened her bedroom door. There she was, riding him, my boyfriend. My best friend was riding my boyfriend.

They didn't even notice me at first, too caught up in their feral rhythm, moaning and panting like animals in heat. I stood there, rooted in place, watching the man I loved grip my friend's waist like she was his salvation. He had never touched me like that, never moaned like that.

Never looked that unhinged, that hungry.

My hands trembled as I raised my phone and hit record.

I don't know how long I stood there, but eventually I cleared my throat.

They froze, Adele gasped, Eric's eyes met mine. Horror blooming across his face. They scrambled for the sheets, fumbling with and looking at their clothes that were dumped in the hallway as if modesty could erase their betrayal.

"To think..." I began, my voice hoarse, cracking, "you tricked me into covering your shift just so you could come fuck my best friend."

Eric opened his mouth, his voice a mess of stutters and regret. "Baby... I... I didn't plan this. It just happened. I'm sorry, please-"

I let out a bitter laugh, tasting iron at the back of my throat. "You made me believe you had a meeting. I stayed behind, exhausted, covering your damn shift, thinking I was doing it for love.

Meanwhile, you were here... screwing Adele."

Adele couldn't even meet my eyes. The woman I had trusted with every secret, every heartache, now stood before me wrapped in a sheet, her silence louder than any confession.

"How long?" I demanded. "How long have you two been fucking and pretending like I was the clueless idiot in the room?"

She looked down like someone who was guilty. Coward!!

That was answer enough.

"You know what?" I said, shaking my head as tears welled in my eyes. "It's over, I'm done. I hope....no, I pray that whatever pain I'm feeling right now comes back to you both a thousandfold."

Eric reached for me, but I stepped back. "Don't."

I walked out, slamming the door in his face.

Tears blurred my vision as I climbed the stairs to my room. Every part of me shook with rage, heartbreak and disgust. I wanted to scream and wanted to break things.

But most of all I wanted to never see either of their faces again.

I needed to move out, tonight, tomorrow, as soon as possible. Because if I stayed here a minute longer, I might just lose the last piece of myself I had left.

I collapsed beside my suitcase, but I couldn't even see what I was packing.

The tears were relentless and the betrayal was unbearable.