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.