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Children peeked out from behind their mothers, their small faces dirty but bright with wonder. For a heartbeat, Alaric stood still among them, the hero they thought he was. But the warmth pressing toward him made his curse twitch beneath his skin. It came alive, a dark pulse under his veins hungry, eager. He stepped back sharply. “Stay back.” His Beta, Edric Thorne, raised his hand at once. “No one touches the Alpha!” as he struggled to push them back stopping them from touching the Alpha, he knew what could happen and how quickly victory could turn to sorrow.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.

I could feel the magic in the stones under my feet, and I could sense him—not in my mind, but in the air, like a storm circling just beyond the horizon. Harry wasn’t done. And I wasn’t waiting for him to strike either. “Aria.” Jason’s voice came from the doorway. He came inside,“we found something.” Kael followed behind him, holding a black-bound ledger—ancient, its pages brittle. “It was hidden in the headmistress’s private study. Guarded by a blood seal.” I turned. “What is it?” Kael opened it carefully. “Records. Of her. The first Cursed One. The one who created the bond between our bloodline and the Shadow Weave.”

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

She asked "Oh! Ehm about that I think I did what you wanted to do to my baby sister here." I pulled back from the hug and gestured at the soldiers, "who are they and why are they wearing mask?" "They are the members of our secret cult, " she chuckled probably at the look on my face. "It's fun, you get to enjoy a lot of protection and money they have a lot of connection." She dipped her hand into her jacket pocket and produced a card and handed it to me. "What is this?" I asked in confusion. She cocked her head to the side and smirked, "you should join too. There are so many benefits!" She said.

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.

The hooded woman halted, frozen, she has been corned by two people, her enemies that wouldn't mind putting a hole in her heart, she gazed back and forth at each of them that were now having their both hands stretched wanting to jump on their prey, her, Shit, she cursed again, what was this? Would she be caught here, she has fought Renji and he was quite skilled, although she hasn't fought with mike, the aura he was emitting was enough to melt a soul, Ooh God, she whispered and shook her head slightly in frustration.

"You love to be feared, Vergil? You shall be feared by all. You think you need no one? You shall have no one." She stepped closer, her silver boots stopping inches from my trembling hands. "From this night forward, you are cursed," she decreed. "You will not age. You will not die. You will watch your empire crumble into dust, and the centuries will wash your name away until you are nothing but a ghost story. You will possess absolute power, but it will bring you no joy. You shall have beautiful women lusting for you but unable to touch you. you will have sire no heirs because you will never be able to touch a women ever again."