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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.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

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Our foreheads were touching as he replied, “Why do you have to make it so damn hard, Celia? I cannot reveal everything right now” The musky scent of his cologne was making it hard to stay sane. His silver eyes were fixated on mine as he studied my face. “Why can’t you? You are a lycan prince for fuck’s sake” “I am cursed, Celia. You know that” “Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…”

All those did not matter when all they thought of me was that I needed to be cuffed and silenced! Father Cassimir was - I’m not even sure who he was. He was a man of God. One sent to our village by the catholic church, to spread the word of God, after Father Lucius died of pox. Unlike Father Lucius, Father Cassimir was younger. Still almost double my age, with a nasty uncombed beard and such a disgusting smirk that he’d offer the younger women. He smelled like incense and his eyes held a strange predator gaze that always made me feel sick and unsafe when he’d cast a glance my way. He had been invited not just once to dine with us, but everytime he came into our house, I felt violated and as

I sucked in a breath. Not from pain. From the way she touched me. For a second, neither of us moved. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something— Another horn blasted through the air. More hunters. I clenched my fists. “This isn’t over,” I said. She nodded, Before we could realise it, warriors came through. Elara immediately healed me and I shifted back to my wolf. This set if hunters were not able to shift. They were known as the cursed. Birthed by a werewolf but unable to shift. They remained human.

I watched Creed’s eyebrows scrunch together as he gave me a pouty look. Reese nodded, but gave me a curious look, “I just don’t understand why you only have three fated mates if we’re all connected. I mean, why weren’t you I fated?” I looked around at Creed and the boy’s as we all thought it over. Oh my goddess, why didn’t I see this sooner?