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I barely have fights with my wolf on things that are this intense, but I will be damned if I let the furred beast blame me for this like he doesn't understand the reasons behind every action we've taken so far. A dark chuckle explodes in my mind. "Really? You're going to act like your actions aren't the reason she's hanging on by a thread right now?" My eyes drop closed and I groan. "Rico, you know as much as I do that there is, in fact, a reason for this." "No reason warrants this!" He thunders. "The curse worsens if we lose another mate. Especially in this way." I snap, feeling rage start to seep through every single crevice of my being. "That would only happen if you keep nagging instead

Liam warned as I held his arms waiting for his sanity to return. "This is Quite hard for me to bear, getting married to a man who I barely know facts about him, he's just keeping me on tje surface when I'm supposed to drown, then it would be my choice to stand offshore or sink into it." I muttered to myself as I held his shoulders as his sanity returned. He grunted, holding his head, I guess the curse was fading, which must have been the reason it's like this. We have to defeat the enemy, find peace and hope for the Moon goddess to look upon him again.

Blood, betrayal, a baby born of two powerful lines, hidden away, marked by fate. Marked to be cursed. “You were born under the Rift’s shadow,” a voice said behind me. Not my parents this time, but the pale figure from the forest. Kai. “You weren’t just fated to a mate,” he said slowly. “You were cursed to destroy him… or save him.” “What… what do you mean?” I gasped, clutching my head as the pain grew worse. “You are the cursed mate,” Kai whispered. “Chosen by power, not love. Your bond to Finnick was never meant to be easy. It was meant to break you… or remake you.”

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.