Breaking the Curse of the Lycan Prince

Her brown eyes gleamed with unbridled rage and contempt as she sneered at me, grinding her teeth with malicious intent. My heart raced in terror, leaving me paralyzed, unsure of what to say or do. But one thing was certain—she was preparing to subject me to another round of abuse, and as always, my father would stand idly by.

"You ignored my call?" Her tone dripped with disdain, her hatred for my very existence palpable.

"I'm sorry, I..." My voice faltered as her sharp slap scorched my cheek, the pain searing through me as if a thousand needles had pierced my flesh.

"You turned off the alarm and went back to sleep after it rang, didn't you?" She gnashed her teeth, refusing to grant me an opportunity to respond before delivering a punishing kick to my stomach, sending me tumbling heavily to the floor.

"No, I...I..." I struggled to articulate through the searing pain in my abdomen.

I whimpered, clutching my belly with one hand and rubbing my sore rear with the other, tears streaming freely down my cheeks.

"Please, ma'am, spare me this once," I pleaded in a quavering voice, my gaze shifting back to her just as she advanced menacingly once more.

The excruciating pain coursing through my body left me trembling uncontrollably. I gasped for breath, my pleas reduced to mere eye movements and quivering lips, robbed of my ability to speak due to the searing agony.

"If you've had enough of life, why don't you just end it yourself?" She snarled, delivering a brutal kick to my head with her boot, sending waves of pain reverberating through me. It felt as though life itself was draining away as my head rang like a bell. I closed my eyes, tears flowing unchecked as the pain intensified.

Her footsteps drew closer, and I sobbed harder, fully aware that my cries would elicit no help. Instead, they would likely unite to punish me for disrupting their sleep.

She squatted in front of me, her face contorted with resentment, and then uttered words that sent my heart plummeting to my stomach.

"I wonder how you managed to escape your demon-possessed mother's attempt on your life. Remember what she told you about the demons, don't you?" She inquired, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Confusion swirled within me, my limbs heavy, and I could only stare with parted lips, unable to voice a response.

What was she talking about?

"Gemma, are you...a demon?" I stammered loudly, a tremor in my voice, my gaze locked on her, bewildered and contemplating her recent revelation.

My mother, possessed by demons that fateful day, had mentioned that I had to die for the demons to reign. How on earth did Gemma know about that?

Gemma's eyes scrutinized my face for a few moments, and then she chuckled before rising to her feet.

"Who did I hear you call a demon? My Luna? Are you accusing my mate of being a demon, just as you accused my destined mate, as a pretext for her death?" My father's voice boomed as he descended the stairs, jolting me to my feet, the hairs on my skin standing on end in fear.

When had he arrived?

His countenance contorted with anger, accentuating the scars on his face that lent him a menacing appearance. His dark green eyes gleamed with hatred and repulsion as he glared at me.

"I... I... didn't... I was just ask...ing..." My lips quivered as I stuttered out each word, cowed by the menacing intensity of his gaze.

"She called me that because I told her to start her chores. Can you believe I found her still sleeping even after the alarm went off?" Gemma complained, wiping her eyes, which had suddenly welled up with tears.

This woman was utterly incredulous!

My father, however, seethed with anger and lunged at me like a predator, oblivious to Gemma's possible dishonesty. His imposing figure drew nearer, casting a shadow of terror that loomed over me, shrouding my world in fear and desolation. I instinctively shut my eyes, bracing for the impending blow.

As expected, a searing slap landed on my cheek, sending waves of burning pain coursing through it, like an unrelenting inferno. I cried out, clutching my throbbing cheek, crimson droplets trickling from my lips. My body quivered as I whimpered and grew numb from the heart-rending agony, yet he showed no signs of satisfaction, poised to strike me once more.