The Lycan King's Curse
Doubt consumed me, my confidence waning.
Lucian's eyes narrowed, his features contorting with a mixture of anger and disdain. The mention of his obedience and the curse that bound him struck a nerve, awakening the deep-seated resentment within him. He scoffed, his voice laced with sarcasm and bitter mockery. "Ah, the curse," he sneered, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. "You think I enjoy being a puppet, forced to dance to your whims? I am not an obedient lapdog waiting for your order," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. The intensity of his defiance sent a pang of hurt through me, shattering the illusion of control I had clung to.
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