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Almost like if he’s afraid. ‘Alright, it’s like this. As a newborn, my curse was centred on, ah—’ He winces. ‘Sorry, there’s just no other way to phrase it: I was more or less limited to virgins—purity in a very archaic sense of the word. I still am, sort of, but the curse worsened when I stopped being a newborn.’ I already knew this, more or less, but still I feel the un-vampire urge to blush. I swallow down my embarrassment and ask, ‘And how did it worsen?’

Whiskey, vodka, rum—he ordered them all, filling the table with glasses of liquid oblivion. One by one, he downed them, the burning sensation in his throat a faint echo of the fire in his chest. His stomach churned violently, and his pale face glistened with cold sweat as dry heaves wracked his frame. He thought of her again, the mute girl who would never return. How he longed to hold her, to beg for her forgiveness, to confess that he had loved her and only her. He would fall to his knees if that was what it took to make her come back.

He cried out but didn’t let go. Images flooded his mind — not his memories, but hers. The moon’s altar. The queen’s face. The betrayal. The blood. The curse was born from love twisted into vengeance. And then — his own reflection in her eyes. Cole gasped and ripped his hand back. His skin glowed faintly where they had touched. The curse recognized him. It wanted him now. “No,” he growled. “You can’t have her. You can’t have us.” The air vibrated with a low, guttural hum, like the forest itself was laughing. The ground split open, blue light spilling from the cracks. A voice — deep, ancient, hungry — rolled through the darkness.

He swallowed hard and asked, "But why am I still alive?" Carole looked at him and approached him. He took both her hands and said, "I think you are the cure of that curse. True love saves both of you!" Arosh couldn't believe it and he was confused. "Me?" "We tried so many cures and drugs to cure his illness. But we didn't succeed. Hate is a curse and the opposite of a curse is cure, and that is you ... You never curse someone you really are Beloved. Love makes the world go round; most of us wouldn't be here without it. I believe in the end, because of the love in your heart the curse will release Kevin. "

“The curse existed before you were born. Ma Felicia weaponized it. The men chose their bargains willingly.” “But it feeds through me.” Her silence hurt worse than words. I staggered backward slowly toward the shattered bookshelf. The room suddenly felt suffocating. I thought about my children reaching for me in dreams. About Shay bleeding beside betrayal. About James dying before he could save me. About Lucian confessing he used me. About Julian disappearing into shadows. Love will ask for your life. My mother’s words echoed painfully inside my head now. Not metaphorically. Literally. The curse demanded love because love fed it.

"There is only one way to break the curse completely." My eyes meet hers instantly. "If his mate truly falls in love with him," she adds. I blink. Love? How was I supposed to fall in love with a man who terrified me? "The curse was born from betrayal," she explains softly. "Only genuine love can unravel it." My heart skips a beat. Suddenly everything makes horrifying sense. The obsession. The manipulation. The desperation in his eyes whenever he looks at me. He's not just trying to possess me. He's trying to survive.

“Born as a son of a concubine he will surely suffer the cause of it as I lay my plan to make him the cursed child. With a nightmare of his reality, I can easily manipulate his mind. Send him to a place where he is destined to meet her, from the bond that will connect his fate to the other and towards her, which all humans call, ‘love’.” Disgusted by the word and its very meaning it. Where his mind reaches for that word as the cursed thing God ever gifted, and he deems it as the most stupid thing from everything for making anyone weak because of it. They contradict in that aspect as Gennevier dearly treasure that emotion, as he curses it in return, yet both of them have it in a twisted way to

But all I could feel was the hollow ache of betrayal sitting cold in my chest. I sank to my knees in front of her and reached out, my hands hovering just shy of touching her. “If anything happens to you…” I swallowed hard. “Sav, if anything happens to you because of this—because of me—I’ll never survive it.” Her tears fell onto my hands. “Then love me enough to believe that nothing will.” I closed my eyes. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But deep down, I already knew. The curse had never been about bloodlines or ghosts or fate. The curse was love itself—this endless, vicious thing that always found a way to take what I loved most.

Chapter 135: A choice Damon's pov "She told me once that every curse could be broken by its opposite. The beast curse was born from years of rage and violence, as a result of the twisting bloodlines of my ancestors. rage and violence. Only something equally powerful but opposite could break it." "Love," Milo said softly, his voice almost sounding foreign in my ears. But I signed sadly, "So I thought. But I later realized it was just a lie, it was just a mother's attempt to give her cursed son hope." I moved through the water, creating little distortions, as I came up to the ground, leaving Milo who stared at me with confusion in his face.

I have to burn in anger to get my heart broken. And you know the worst part? I can’t even hate that person. I will try. I almost try to force myself to hate that person. But the love I have felt overpowers the raging fire inside. The love seeps into my dried dead soul. And then the worst I can do to that person is to do nothing at all. I can’t even curse. I can’t even wish bad. I can just smile and walk away. And how tragic it is that you have got such a good heart that you can’t do bad to people who have done so bad to you. It’s the curse you carry when you carry within a pure soul.