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I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

I thought of my kingdom, the people who depended on him. The tears in the eyes of my people when I was about to leave. The blood that had been spilled, the promises I made. My people were waiting for me. She was waiting for me. I couldn’t let this end. Not here, not like this. ‘A curse can also serve as a blessing in disguise’ A voice whispered to my ears, those very familiar words.

Jeramiah stepped forward and sang softly, voice low and melodic: “Born of storm and woven flame, A girl shall rise with death of name. Magic’s child, both wild and free, Bound by blood and prophecy. When wielders fall and kingdoms burn, When tides revolt and fates upturn, One heart of power, old and true, Will wake to choose what must ensue. She shall not stand nor rise alone, But walk with five who’ve strength of bone. Beasts of claw and sky and flame, Each must rise and shed their shame. Together forged in soul and fight, They hold the key to wrong and right. If they unite, the world shall heal— If not, all falls to ash and steel. The one of many, one of all, Shall break the curse or damn

Blackthorn emissaries backed off, murmuring retreats. But Elara was fading. Her body went limp in my arms, collapsing forward onto the stone. The light winked out, leaving only the cold moon above. "No!" I howled, the sound ripping from my chest like a wounded animal. It echoed across the kingdom, raw agony that shook the spire. Kael joined me, his roar mingling with mine, a primal cry that made the pack below whimper in response. Cassidan clutched her shoulders, tears streaming down his face, his own howl rose as the three of us united in despair, our voices a symphony of loss. She was laying there, her breath shallow and her skin paling to ash. The curse was gone, I could feel it, the weig

Our child kicked once. Soft. Like a plea. My tears soaked into Lucas’s shirt. “You fight the curse,” I whispered. “I will fight everything else.” I closed my eyes. “I’m not letting you go.” And somewhere deep inside the bond… A faint reply came. Rose… His voice. Broken. Reaching. Rose… Don’t let me fall. “I won’t,” I whispered fiercely. “I won’t let you fall.” His breath hitched. The curse pulsed in the room, thick and alive.

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.