The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

I was the despised, "wolfless" bastard daughter of the Barlow pack.

To save my legitimate sister, my father forced me to marry the Seventh Prince. He was rumored to be a crippled, bloodthirsty Lycan whose last two brides died gruesome deaths shortly after their weddings.

They sent me to his desolate mountain fortress in a battered carriage, treating me like a corpse heading for an open grave.

But the real danger wasn't the cursed prince. It was his delicate, weeping ward, Carol.

She wore her dead brother's sacrifice for the prince like a royal crown, poisoning the previous brides and claiming this fortress as her own.

When I refused to bow to her, she took things to the extreme. She threw herself off a freezing cliff right in front of me, screaming for help to frame me for her murder.

"Brother Kellen! Save me!"

When the prince arrived, his glowing blue eyes were bloodshot with raw, lethal fury.

His elite knights immediately drew their silver blades, surrounding me with absolute killing intent.

Everyone looked at me like I was a jealous monster who had just pushed a fragile, innocent girl into an abyss. The prince, bound by his debt to her dead brother, was ready to tear my head from my shoulders.

Did they really think I was just another pathetic lamb waiting to be slaughtered in this keep?

I didn't panic, nor did I beg for his mercy.

Instead, I walked straight into the infirmary, pinned her broken body to the bed, and forced a vial of forbidden truth serum down her throat.

"Now," I said, looking right into the prince's eyes. "Let's hear how she really murdered your last two wives."