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Maria smiled and turned to leave. Just when she needed someone who would take the fall for her daughter, a savior appeared. Maria had already planned everything as soon as she saw Cara. She knows about the curse because she had ears inside the castle so, Cara had come to be used as a sacrificial bride in place of her daughter. A perfect meeting indeed.

Hence, she said what she dreaded to say, although she knew a day would come when her secret would spill out. “Becca, if you kill him, you will wake the curse!” Veronica shouted, tears streaming from her eyes. Becca's hand froze in the air, she looked at the already depleted man and then let him go. He slumped to the floor at the same time Becca turned to her mom. “A curse?” She raised her brows. Veronica was about to give a response when a bullet laced in wolfsbane suddenly hit her belly. With a shocked and pained face, Veronica slumped to the floor in front of her mother.

Well, assuming they didn’t die before they could return to their time, there would be another mate chosen. He sharply cut off the thought. What was wrong with him? He was never Mr. Doom and Gloom. Dammit. They weren’t going to die. Even if they couldn’t leave this time. He was going to make sure of that. But first he needed to understand what had gone wrong. He eased his grip on Pearl’s arm and studied her upturned face. In the darkness her skin glowed with that soft luminance emphasising her delicate beauty. “I thought you said you followed the curse to bring us here?”

Atreus inhaled loudly and rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a moment before narrowing his eyes at her with a dark look that she'd never seen before. "Fine, Layla," he bit out with a sneer. "You really want to know? I'll tell you. Ravana is the one who placed a curse on me." "A curse?" Layla asked, confused. "Yes, a blood curse. He was the one who trapped me, the reason why I was stuck waiting for centuries. Unable to escape the pitless black of my tomb," he muttered. "But why?" she asked, confused. "If I tried to explain why that twisted b*stard makes the choices he does, we would be here all night. That is just who Ravana is. The demon you are currently placing your faith in."

I went and got dressed before heading back to where Spike was. Taking a seat in front of him, I readied myself to hear him out. he looked nervous as he stared at me. Clearing his throat, he started. "over 500 years ago, I made some very bad choices, which led to me stealing something very important from Sylva. It was a necklace that held great power and significance to her. I didn't realize the consequences of my actions at the time, but as soon as she found me with her necklace, she placed a curse on me." he paused, his eyes filled with regret.

“I’m afraid Imara may not be so easy. Ben at least understands that his life isn’t correct. He knows he doesn’t belong in Savannah among all this opulence. Imara won’t even acknowledge that something is amiss. She’s not concerned at all that it isn’t the 1890’s anymore and she won’t see the ring on her finger or the mark on her neck. Her denial is endless.” Jasper scratched his head, messing up his dark curly hair. He pushed himself back in his chair and crossed his leg on top of his knee. “I haven’t seen this curse in a lot of years. There’s almost no information on it. I have researchers working in the library as we speak. Don’t worry, Thorin, we’re going to get this thing straightened out

“The first time I saw him, I fell in love with him. He was like you—so kind, with a genuinely good heart. His gaze… it was clear and bright. You could tell right away… he was pure. So pure… so utterly innocent… innocent in a way that made him vulnerable…” His words came slowly, deliberately, as though speaking too quickly might shatter the memory. Leon’s Adam’s apple moved as he hesitated, finally forcing out a question. “Vulnerable? What… happened to him?” Jasper lowered his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, a fragility appeared in the corners of his eyes—something Leon had never seen before. “He was cursed.” The words were soft, but the weight behind them made Leon’s chest tighten. “The cur

he breathes. Her scream pierces the hall, echoing off the marble walls, and then— —everything goes still. Her body drops limply in my arms, her breathing shallow but steady, the faint shimmer of her reborn wolf aura pulsing beneath her skin. And in that haunting silence, Jack and Caspian lock eyes. Both men realize the same thing. Caspian’s love—his true love—just broke the curse. And now… nothing will ever be the same again.

Aloha finally revealed the truth that James had been unaware of, shedding light on Jessica's situation. What curse?" James inquired, his curiosity piqued. Aloha shared the unsettling truth. "Her father was afflicted with a witch's spell, cursing the child his wife was carrying at the time. That's what caused her curse, and she's endured a lot because of it." James listened, feeling a profound sense of regret and guilt wash over him. He had been ignorant of Jessica's plight.

The burning heat was gone. "She is no longer hot," she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief. She glanced at Jackson and eagerly asked, "Has the curse been broken?" Jackson nodded, but little did Dr. Ellen know that the curse had not been shattered. In fact, Jackson had only exacerbated the situation. The substance he administered was not a cure, but a poison—a malevolent concoction laced with dark magic. It would provide temporary respite, lulling Clara into a state of calm and tranquility, while silently ravaging her from within.