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"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

Her gaze burned through me. “Then you have less time than I thought.” The fire around us grew louder, rising into a deafening roar. The sky cracked open with light. I covered my head, shielding the baby. Then Celeste leaned in. Her lips nearly touched my ear. “If you don’t choose soon,” she whispered, “the curse will choose for you.” I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping. Sweat soaked through my clothes. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My mark burned again.

My past self explodes into sobs of relief. But I— the present me— am choking. “No,” I whisper. “No—don’t show her this—don’t let her see—” The curse smiles. “Oh, she will. She must. It is her story too.” Lyra’s body in the memory shudders— and a mark appears over her heart. A faint crescent. A brand of resurrection. A bond she never agreed to. A tether to me she never asked for. Then another mark flares across my past chest—white-hot, searing, the first spark of the curse embedding itself into me.

But I choose one knee instead, my gaze steady on the ground. The lead elder steps forward, her voice deep and commanding. “Rise.” I lift my head — and her words thunder across the silence. “Today, I witness a curse take a form I have never seen — its blessing phase. The strike of the moon, once feared as death itself… undone by faith and will. Serenya, you have proven history wrong. That an exile can return. That a curse may turn to cleansing. That fate, when tested, can choose mercy.”

But if I don’t run… what if my past catches up and drags me back to that hell? “I’m going to die overthinking before they get to me.” I mumbled and slumped back to my bed. Well, I’d rather die like that than go back to that place, or be forced to use this damn curse for anyone’s sick gain. I’ll cut my own tongue if it comes to that. Moments passed, and I continued staring into space. That Severin guy told me not to be afraid, but after he made me realize he knew so much about me. Perfect for the threatening experience.

Ruby stood stiffly next to me, hands trembling even as she tried to hide it. I inhaled the frozen air. “Lucien,” I said, “tell me. Now.” He didn’t rush. He didn’t breathe. He just studied my face like he was memorizing it before it changed forever. “Elora,” he said slowly, “you’re not cursed.”Okay. That was… something? “You’re marked,” he continued, “but not by accident.”My stomach twisted. “Marked… for what?” Ruby stepped closer, placing a hand between my shoulder blades. “For a legacy, sweetheart. One that should’ve died with your mother.”

Could it be that the hatred was the real binding force between us? Could it be that when I forgave him the curse automatically broke? Just like how I regained my memories the moment I fell in love with Sebastian. The moment I acknowledged my feelings for him was when the spell broke. That is what the blood mark curse is. It’s a curse of hatred that runs in my blood and has been engraved in my soul. But how? I didn’t hate anyone back then. That’s what the blood mark curse is. “May take a sample of my blood, you and I will try to find clues in my blood,” I said to May who nodded.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

The night sky over Sungai City had never looked so peaceful, yet beneath its beauty lurked the whisper of an ancient curse — one that was finally beginning to wake. It was now a normal thing for Mira to see the faint, strange mark on Lyra’s back — a mark she had tried for years to ignore, to forget, to pretend wasn’t real. But deep down, she knew the truth. That cursed mark was not an ordinary birthmark. It was the mark of prophecy — the same one spoken of in the ancient scrolls that foretold the rise of a child who would destroy the Beast Kingdom and rebuild it in blood and ashes.