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Chapter seventy: they found the child
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The cursed mate's return Chapter seventy: they found the child
Freya's pov We made it back, but nothing was the same.Not me, not Finnick, not the child.The fight with Liora had changed something inside all of us. Something deep i couldn’t name. It was like a crack had opened and torn inside, and I wasn’t sure if it would ever close or stitch back.Finnick and I stood in the clearing just past the broken Moonstone Tree. The tree had once been strong and silver, but now it was shattered, its pieces scattered on the cold ground. The air smelled strange like ash and frost mixed together, even though nothing had burned here.The child__our child, lay sleeping between us on a soft bed of moss. His breathing was calm, for now.His forehead was smooth and peaceful. But even asleep, he gave off a faint light from inside him. I could feel the heat of his dreams against my chest, soft but powerful.Finnick reached for my hand. His skin was warm but flickered sometimes, like a quiet pulse of energy running beneath it. Our hands fit together like they were
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty nine: one must die
Finnick's pov I didn’t breathe for a full minute. The air around the gate cracked like ice. And standing in front of it tall, pale and terrifying—was him.Not our son.But the one he might become.His eyes were nine of them—glowed silver, layered one atop another, blinking in a slow, terrible rhythm. His smile wasn’t cruel. It was calm, like he understood something none of us had yet.Freya gripped the real boy against her chest, one hand pressed to his heart.I stepped in front of them both.He, it tilted its head at me.“You’re not supposed to be here,” it said. Its voice sounded like three tones speaking at once—one child, one man, one… thing. “You died__at the Edge. I remember.”My throat went dry. “Yeah? Well, I haven’t died yet.”The creature didn’t seem concerned. “You should have.”Then it raised its hand.The wind exploded around us. A cyclone of stardust and shadow swirled up from the void gate. I pushed Freya behind me, drawing my blade. But it wasn’t steel that would help
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty eight: let us go
Freya's pov He wasn’t breathing but matter how many times I shook him, whispered his name, begged the gods or pressed my magic into his chest, he wouldn’t breathe.The seal Kaelith had left, the one meant to bind his power until he was ready, was shattering like glass under ice. I felt it crack, not just around him but inside me. Finnick dropped to his knees beside me. “Freya.....”“Don’t.” My voice came out broken, sharp. “Don’t say it.”I pressed my forehead to my son’s. “You come back to me,” I whispered. “Do you hear me? You come back.”A gust of wind howled across the grove. Not natural. It had weight like it was carrying something behind it.We turned toward the sky__the second moon had opened but not like a flower, not like light either.It opened like a mouth.A split rim of silver light peeled wide, jagged and pulsing. And from the wound spilled a corridor of stars_cold, empty and endless.A voice, not louder than thought—spoke from the gap: “You cannot hold the Convergenc
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty seven: you're not meant to save the world
Finnick's POV The second moon rose without light.It didn’t cast shadows or illuminate the trees. It just hovered, a perfect silver twin to the real moon, but dead__hollow and watching.Freya stood beside me, her jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the sky like it might blink again.Our son stood between us, calm_too calm.He looked up at the false moon and whispered, “It remembers.”That was the first time I truly felt afraid of him.Not for what he was but for what remembered him.The next morning, the mountain birds didn’t sing, the winds didn’t rise and the whole world seemed to hold its breath.We moved the child to the heart of the grove, where the oldest magic lived. I reinforced the runes myself, carving deep into the roots of the Moonstone Tree.Freya didn’t sleep.Neither did I.We took turns watching the boy talking in low voices__ Preparing.But the second moon never left the sky, and by the second night… something else changed.Time.It started with little things. A candle that
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty six: the child who remembers
Freya's pov He didn’t wake for two days, not even once and when I whispered his name or touched his face, and sang the lullaby he used to hum in his sleep. Nothing__wasnt even moving and not a flinch.The seal Kaelith left burned low and constant under his skin, like a chain forged from silence.But the power inside him?It hadn’t quieted and It'd simply learned to wait.I could feel it when I stood too close, this unnatural stillness around him as if time paused near his skin. When I looked at him too long, shadows bent wrong in the corners of the room.And my soul… my soul wasn’t the same anymore.The first sign came when I reached for a candle on the windowsill. It lit before I touched it. No flint or match__Just thought.The second came when I bled silver during a hunt.The third?It was the dream.I stood in a place with no ground and no sky, holding my son as he burned like a second sun. Nine eyes watched from the void, whispering in a language older than time. They called me M
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty five: too late
The altar was still cracking when I pulled my son closer to my chest.His body was burning. Not fever- hot rather magic.Finnick crouched beside us, his face pale, jaw tight, eyes locked on the ground.We didn’t speak__no time.The crack widened with a low groan. From within it, something like the heartbeat of a buried god. The Rift wasn’t gone. It had followed us here.My son stirred in my arms. He didn’t open his eyes, but his fingers curled against my collar bone. I pressed a kiss to his forehead.“Stay with me, baby, don’t go back. Don’t leave me again.” I muttered.And then a voice echoed from behind .“Too late.” and I spun.Kaelith stood at the edge of the altar, the Rift behind him curling. But he looked different now. His extra eyes were gone. His skin was cracked, like old stone. Weakened and wounded.But his presence still chilled the air around him.“I should have burned you there,” I spat.He tilted his head. “You should have but you didn’t and now your son is unraveling.”
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty four: price of disobedience
Finnick's povThe moment she crossed, the bond turned cold. I felt it—like the sun dropping behind a mountain too fast. One heartbeat she was beside me, glowing with purpose and power… the next, her soul pulled tight like a wire, stretched too far.My knees hit the altar floor as pain struck through my chest. Not physical pain, hers, fear and Confusion. The sting of old power pressing into her skin. Every breath she took, I took with her. Every step she stumbled, my vision blurred.She was there In the Rift and I couldn’t follow.Not without breaking the world.I gripped the stone edge of the altar, the air around me rippling. Thunder cracked in the distance—unnatural, not of this realm. The moon trembled. I could feel its light flickering like a candle in a storm.Something had shifted.The Soulshard lay shattered on the ground beside me, still humming. Still glowing faintly with the echo of our son’s voice but now, it was cold and silent.And Freya’s side of the bond, gods help me—
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty three: I have awoken the gods
Freya's pov The shard cracked open like an egg and that voice his voice and poured out of it like smoke.“Help me, Mama.”I didn’t breathe__hard for me. It felt like the world tilted sideways and my heart shattered in my chest. It was him. It was really him not an echo and not a trick. I knew my son’s voice even if I heard it across galaxies.Finnick stared at the broken Soulshard on the ground, his expression full of disbelief.“That shouldn’t be possible,” he murmured. “It was sealed. Soulshards don’t speak. They store but they don’t cry out.”I knelt beside it, my fingers trembling as I touched the jagged edge. It was still warm and still humming.“He’s trapped,” I whispered. “Wherever he is… he’s in pain.”Finnick crouched next to me. “Then we need to act. Fast.”I turned to him, desperation rising like a tide. “You said there’s a way to enter the Rift safely. A real way not just through the bond.”He hesitated, jaw tight. “There is. But it comes with a price.”“What kind of pri
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty two: it's about to eat him up
I couldn’t move, the Rift pulsed around me like a living heartbeat, faster and louder with each second. My son, my baby, hovered between Kaelith and the creature cloaked in shadow and feathers. His eyes no longer gold, no longer human. They burned white-hot, glowing like miniature stars. And when he opened his mouth, the air around him trembled.“Mother,” he said again, but it wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a cry. It was a statement.I stepped forward, though every part of me screamed to run. The guardian-creature turned its glowing eyes toward me again as if judging me, waiting.“Let him go,” I said, my voice sharp. Commanding. “He’s not yours.”Kaelith smiled, that same calm, unreadable expression that made my stomach twist.“He never was yours either, Freya.”“You’re wrong.”I could feel the Luna inside me rising, her power pushing through my skin, ready to tear something apart. My hands trembled but not with fear. With rage.“You don’t get to take what’s mine.”Kaelith’s eyes
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