Cursed To Kiss The Ruthless Lycan King

I slapped a witch and was cursed.

"Two years is what you have left," she said, smiling. "Then you die. Unless you kiss the Lycan King. Three times."

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Earlier, I'd found out my boyfriend was gay. Then, while walking back home with a broken heart, a stranger poured water on my head for no reason at all. And now, I had a countdown to my own death.

I've never wanted a crown. I never even wanted to meet the king, the one who has sent home every woman who has ever tried to catch his eye, but then the royal decree arrived: every eligible daughter in the realm is summoned to the kingdom for…