Fated To The Cursed Werewolf King

There was no handle on either side, and she had no idea how to open them. She raised her hand to knock, but before her fingers could touch the door, it suddenly opened by itself.

Hazel jumped in surprise and turned around, only to see Rita standing a short distance away with one hand raised. Ethan and Janet were beside her, both looking at Hazel with expressions that made her feel even more nervous.

”Yes, go, go!” Janet whispered excitedly, waving her hand as if she were sending someone into battle.

Hazel swallowed and glanced at Ethan, who gave her a single nod.

She returned the gesture before stepping inside, and the golden doors closed behind her with a quiet sound.

The room was completely dark, with no lights except the pale moonlight entering through the windows. Hazel remained still for a few seconds, allowing her wolf’s eyes to adjust before she could make out the large bed and the figure lying on it.

Caius was resting against the pillows with one hand covering his forehead and one knee raised slightly. His long white hair spread across the dark sheets, and even though he looked weaker than she had ever seen him, he was still so handsome that Hazel couldn’t help smiling.

She began walking toward him, but before she could take another step, his cold voice stopped her. ”Go back.”

Hazel froze.

Caius had already sensed her presence, and the moment her scent reached him, his entire body reacted in a way he desperately wanted to control. The sweet smell filled his chamber, making it harder for him to think clearly, and he clenched his jaw as he tried to hold himself together.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was standing directly in front of Hazel. His eyes had turned golden, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart race, but she refused to step back. Instead, she slowly raised her hand and reached toward him, wanting to touch his face after spending so many days missing him.

Caius caught her hand before she could touch him.The moment their skin met, a powerful spark passed between them, so intense that Caius let out a low groan and dropped to his knees.

Hazel stared at him in shock. For a moment, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The Werewolf King, the man who had terrified the entire immortal world for centuries, was kneeling in front of her because she had touched his hand.

”Caius?” she whispered.

He didn’t answer immediately, and Hazel’s smile faded as she realized how much he was struggling.

Caius finally forced himself to stand and walked back toward the bed, using every bit of strength he had left to keep himself under control. ”Go back,” he repeated, resting his back against the pillows. ”I’ve already warned them not to force you to come here.”

Hazel watched him for a moment before a small smile returned to her face. ”No one forced me. I’m here because I want to be, and I’m willing to offer you my blood.”

She slowly removed the thick coat covering her body, revealing the thin robe underneath. The moonlight passed through the fabric, and although she felt embarrassed, the darkness made her a little more comfortable.

Caius watched her from the corner of his eyes, trying desperately to control the hunger rising inside him.

Hazel took another step toward the bed. ”I’ve missed you so much,” she admitted with a shy grin.

Before he could answer, she climbed onto the bed and moved closer to him, her cheeks turning red when she felt the warmth of his body against hers. She had imagined being this close to him countless times, but now that it was happening, she could barely think straight.

Caius released a deep sigh. In the next moment, he changed their positions, leaving Hazel beneath him as he supported his weight with one arm. His golden eyes searched her face, filled with a hunger that made her heart pound so loudly she wondered whether he could hear it.

Hazel looked away, blushing furiously because she had never been this close to him before.

Caius studied her for a moment before lowering his face toward hers. ”What if I want more than your blood?”

Hazel wrapped her arms around Caius’s neck and gave him a small smile. ”I’m well prepared. Just be gentle... it’s my first time.”

Her face turned redder as she said the words.

Caius sighed and looked away. ”I don’t deserve you, Hazel. You are too kind.”

Hazel was surprised. She gently turned his face back toward her and raised one brow. ”We will talk about that after you are okay.”

She guided his head down to her neck, expecting him to drink her blood. Instead, he only sniffed her skin slowly. His hands began to move. They slid under the thin robe, starting from her lap and rising to her waist.

Hazel threw her head back, giving him better access to her neck. Caius moved his nose gently along the soft skin.

”Aren’t you going to drink... ahhh...” She moaned when his lips suddenly pressed a soft kiss against her neck.

Caius paused and lifted his head a little. ”Are you really worried about me?”

Hazel swallowed. ”The whole palace isn’t happy!”

A small smile touched his lips. ”I can’t die like that.” He held the edge of her thin robe between two fingers and looked at her. Hazel’s face burned. She looked away.

She was surprised when those same two fingers slowly pulled the robe off her body. Cool air touched her bare skin. She quickly covered her chest with both hands in embarrassment.

Caius gave a quiet laugh. ”Where is that boldness?” He took her wrists gently and raised her arms above her head, holding them there. ”I’ve already seen it all.”

Then he slowly buried his face against her neck again. Hazel started moaning softly as he kissed and sucked the sensitive skin. At the same time his hands moved to her breasts, caressing them with slow, careful movements. She did not even notice when her own hands left the pillow and slid into his long white hair.