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And in the seconds of his death, a pain and rage so immense exploded, cursing Alaric’s blood and all his descendants. The curse was not a planned spell. It was the scream of a shattered soul, a bomb of spiritual energy that accidentally tethered him to the bloodline of his betrayer. "A curse is a bond," the Guardian explained. "A bond that is painful for both sides. Morat is tied to Alaric’s descendants, unable to be free, constantly reminded of the betrayal. The descendants are tied to Morat, feared and eventually consumed. To break it requires a sacrifice. Not a blood sacrifice, but a sacrifice of truth."

The army on Tsukishima began walking into the sea. They did not sink. Each copy stepped onto the surface and moved toward us. Cassian drew his silver blade. “They are not living.” Shigure’s broken sword glowed. “They are discarded lives.” I looked at him. “What does that mean?” His gaze stayed on the approaching figures. “Every time Ayamira died and returned, the crown kept an echo.” My copies filled the ocean. Some wore armour. Some wore torn dresses. One was a child. One carried a newborn wrapped in blue cloth.

I just sit there watching Lugh Nightbane put one hand on the back of my sister‘s seat and the seconds just pass; the terrible things simply happen silently, mercilessly, while others watch. “I, Alpha Lugh Nightbane,” he speaks and his voice is even different now rougher, ‘like it costs something, “refuse you, Ayla BlackFang, as my destined mate.” Bond tears. It doesn‘t fade, or pull, softly loose. It tears a ripping feeling deep in my chest, somewhere behind my ribs, and I feel my wolf scream, in a register that has nothing to do with sound. My vision goes white at the edges. I clench the armrest so tightly that the wood bruises my hand. I don‘t make a sound. I keep it in, denying my instinc

The elders' daughters never mentioned this kind of desperate need during their first heats. "Again," Dad orders, his own scent carefully neutral. "Build the wall. Stronger this time." I close my eyes, forcing my breathing to steady. The brick wall rises in my mind again, but this time I imagine steel reinforcements between the stones. Each barrier represents a different aspect of my curse that needs to be contained. The red fur. The healing ability I discovered yesterday when I accidentally cured Mom's headache with a kiss. The heat scent that makes unmated males lose control. The constant urge to submit to a mate I haven't met.

Staring at the mirror, the reflection staring back at her was not the composed future alpha of the Blue Crest pack, but a young woman creaking beneath the weight of her failures. Centuries ago, the werewolf clans had thrived, their powers a testament to the Moon Goddess's favor. But their hunger for dominance led to a devastating curse: stripped of their abilities, they were forced to live as mere mortals. They could no longer shift, their sharp sense of smell dulled, including their eyesight, hearing. Their superhuman strength vanished, their rapid healing slowed down like that of a normal human being, their telepathic link to their pack vanished, they could no longer talk to their loved on

Alyssa said, pursing her lips thoughtfully as if she was trying to solve a physic problem, "I mean look! You guys are too cute." She made it sound like Octavia and I were little bunnies. "The thing is we already knew why they came after me," I told her. "Our existence is forbidden in the Underworld. Our parents were executed because they had broken their marriage law." "That's baloney!" Cammie said. "Everyone has the right to get married to whoever they love. I thought only humans were bakas!" "What's 'baka'?" Alyssa asked. "Idiots in Japanese."

Frank replied firmly. As for me, I began to think of Rika Shine and Leo. Once again. == The very next day, Frank called Alpha Trent and Kristy to my house. After all, they were close enough to hear the crazy story we had to tell. “I can convince my mother and Mia. Trent can convince Josh, but as for the others... we truly don't know how far the curse goes.” Kristy spoke up, glancing toward me. She, Vanya, Ava, and I had gone out for drinks a few times. We weren't as close as Ava and I were, but she knew enough to recognize that our story was true.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

‘Please… I can’t even think about it. ‘I can’t either.’ Tears rolled down my cheeks as the dread of losing my mates gripped my heart. I turned to the window and shielded my face in an attempt to hide my tears from the other passengers. ‘Why did the moon goddess punish us like this, Corel? Why couldn’t she bless us with a single mate like others?’ ‘I don’t know yet, Melinda, but I think Goddess has a plan. You never know, you might be the reason this curse is broken.’