Semua Bab The Lycan's Contract Bride : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Aria's POV The revelation came not as lightning but as slow dawn breaking—inevitable, terrible, undeniable."You're not possessing me," I said, both voices harmonizing. "You're not even separate from me."The goddess smiled with my face, spoke with my future voice. "Finally."Through the mindscape, through time itself, I saw the truth. The moon goddess wasn't an ancient entity choosing vessels. She was me—centuries, millennia, eons from now. After power corrupted, after isolation calcified compassion, after watching everyone I loved die and return and die again through countless cycles."No." But denial couldn't change what I saw. Her features, ancient and terrible, were mine aged by eternity. Her voice carried harmonics of my network connections, fossilized by time."Every vessel I took," she said gently, "was an attempt to change the past. To find the moment where Aria becomes the goddess and prevent it. But causality doesn't work that way.""Selene was—""My closest friend, before

Aria's POV The second death came through moonlight itself—Dimitri's scattered presence converging to strike with pure lunar energy. I felt myself tear along different lines, Authority spinning toward my mother while Protection reached desperately for Luna."Mom!" Luna caught the Protection aspect, but it was raw, primal, all instinct without thought. Not me anymore but a piece of me, forever incomplete.Kieran held Compassion against him, the aspect weeping uncontrollably—all my empathy without strength to bear it. "Aria, stay with me.""I'm not Aria," Compassion whispered. "I'm just her heart, looking for the rest of me."The third death—Selene wielding memory itself as a blade. Knowledge and Wisdom split from me, one racing to Rose, the other to Selene herself. But this split was different. Where Luna's aspects remained connected, mine were truly severing."They're developing separate personalities," Marcus warned, holding Power carefully. The aspect writhed, wanting to dominate bu

Aria's POV "You've been playing us all," Dark-me said, divine power flickering with betrayal. "Your own mother, your pack, reality itself."Luna stood calm in the face of our collective shock. "Not playing. Preparing. There's a difference."Through bridge-state, she showed us everything—months of careful manipulation, each suggestion precisely timed, every revelation orchestrated. My daughter had been architect of our fate while pretending to discover it alongside us."The seven aspects of you weren't random," she explained. "They mirror the seven fundamental forces I've been cultivating. Scholar, Warrior, Bridge—those were just my practice runs. The real division was always meant to be reality itself.""You want to split existence?" Wisdom gasped through Selene."I want to balance it. No more single goddess holding absolute authority. No more concentrated power corrupting inevitably. Instead, seven equal forces checking each other, requiring consensus for major changes."The Devoure

Aria's POV "Wait," Authority commanded before Compassion could fully enter imprisonment. "We haven't decided fairly who goes first." Compassion paused at the threshold of containment, relief and dread warring in her expression. "Luna already outlined the rotation—" "Based on logic, not fairness. We should choose randomly. No aspect should bear the weight of being designed for first imprisonment." Through Dimitri's light, our aspects reconvened. The Devourer's transformation continued around us, but time moved differently here—stretched like taffy, giving us moments within moments. "How do we randomize when we're all connected?" Wisdom asked. "We don't," Luna said quietly. "We let chaos choose." She pulled something from bridge-state—not memory or possibility but pure chance, crystallized into seven shards of probability. "Each shard will resonate with one aspect's core nature. Whichever shard burns brightest experiences imprisonment first." "That's not random if it responds to

Aria's POV Marcus stepped forward through reality's reshaping chaos, entropy swirling around him like confession. "Let me take Love's place."Every aspect turned to him simultaneously, our fractured attention unified by shock."You can't," Authority said. "The imprisonment requires an aspect of Aria—""I've been carrying a piece of her for months." He pulled something from within entropy's embrace—a small thread of essence I didn't remember losing. "From our first training session. When she trusted me enough to let entropy touch her consciousness. I've been protecting it, keeping it stable."Through Dimitri's light, we examined the thread. It was genuinely me—or had been, before the splitting. Now it existed in limbo, belonging to no specific aspect."That's not enough to sustain imprisonment," Wisdom observed."Not alone. But combined with my entropy nature, I could create a buffer. Take Love's imprisonment while she remains free but dormant. She'd still lose access to romantic love