Breaking the Curse of the Lycan Prince

I struggled to open my eyes, thinking I could bear the torment and make my way to the kitchen sink, but it was futile. I only succeeded in allowing the tears clinging to my eyelashes to fall into my eyes, intensifying the excruciating pain that convulsed my body.

My eyes involuntarily shut again, and this time, I couldn't force them open; my world descended into darkness.

My eyes burned as I groped blindly, frantically scrubbing and calling out for help. The pain seared through my eyes, causing them to feel as though they were being seared in a fire, while also rendering me unable to open them.

"Please, someone, fetch some water so I can rinse my eyes! The pain is unbearable!" My anguished cries reverberated through the walls as I attempted to rely on my other senses to find my way to the bathroom, but everything was a hazy blur in my mind, adding to the excruciating agony my eyes were enduring.

"Stay like that until we're finished eating, and stop making a fuss. None of us will leave our meal to get water for you!" Betty yelled without the slightest concern for the excruciating pain I was enduring.

"She brought this upon herself. I was going to smack her face, but she tried to act clever by using the spoon as a shield! She shouldn't have dared to take a spoonful from my plate!" Gemma grumbled as they continued to eat, while I was losing my vision.

My tears had soaked the front of my dress; my entire body was drenched in sweat as I gasped and sobbed in searing pain, crawling helplessly on the floor.

"I hope she goes blind after this! Perhaps that will be the punishment from the moon goddess for killing my mate," my father chimed in, and I recoiled in shock.

The coldness in his voice cut into my heart like a dagger, causing me to burst into a desperate scream.

The hatred was raw and seemed endless. I had known how deeply my father loved my mother, cherishing her like a precious gem. I was aware he would despise me for taking her life, but I had never imagined it would manifest in such a profound and enduring manner.

I had hoped that with time, his resentment might fade, but instead, it grew more intense with every passing day.

"I believe she's learned her lesson; let's have the guards give her a bath," Gemma sneered, her words cutting through me like a knife, echoing in my ears and hammering my brain with their implications.

I heard her words clearly, yet I couldn't convince myself that my ears weren't deceiving me.

"Yes, that's a fitting punishment for a witch like her!" Betty chimed in, and I heard my father summon the guards.

"Strip her and take her to the bathroom for a bath," he commanded, and I gasped, shaking my head while whimpering, tears flowing uncontrollably.

My lips quivered, and I wished I could open my eyes and escape; running was my best option, but I was blind. The thought of these guards seeing my naked body sent shivers down my spine.

"Daddy, please, don't do this! Don't listen to Gemma! She..." My voice cracked with fear. I couldn't bear to utter Gemma's true identity to him again.

My father was dead serious when he said he would make my life a living hell. I had foolishly believed that being his daughter would lessen the torment. Now I faced the horrifying prospect of standing naked before these mere guards, individuals I had once ordered around.

The royal blood coursing through my veins seemed to crawl on my skin, leaving me trembling beyond belief. All I prayed for was that it wouldn't happen! How could I face these men after they had seen my nakedness?

"Are you all deaf?! Follow my orders to the letter!" My father roared, slamming his fist on the table. My mouth went agape as I gasped for breath. The searing pain in my eyes was nothing compared to the agony in my heart.

"Daddy, please, spare me," I sobbed, clutching myself, my location in the room unknown to me.

"She still calls you daddy even after you've disowned her! That's inappropriate!" Betty complained, her words piercing my heart. Then my father added his voice.

"That's why she deserves every punishment in the world! So stubborn and heartless!" he snorted, his tone devoid of pity or compassion, leaving me no room for further pleas. The sound of heavy footsteps approached, followed by four strong hands gripping my arms and legs, sealing my lips in silence.