Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Lucien POV

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I clenched my jaw because I didn't want to meet him at the moment. What was the urgency? Could he not wait for a day or

two?

“Go and meet him,” Auren said, noticing my hesitation.

Irritation lacing my thoughts, I hurried downstairs to see him. The Shaman was wearing dark robes, like he had come straight from a sacred worshiping ritual. I folded my arms tightly across my chest as I looked at him warily. My pups were only a day old and I didn't like visitors. At least for a week. "What is it?" I said sharply.

He raised an eyebrow, caution etching on his weathered face. "Alpha Lucien, I have come to talk about the curse. I feel that it still clings by its final thread to you. I strongly believe that the shadow wolves of the Eldermere hold their last say in it."

Tension bunched in my shoulders. What else did the shadows wanted? They were about to take away my wife, my mate. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"The shadow wolves must see the heirs. Only then will the curse be fully

pups-to a fucking graveyard which is haunted by monsters? Where I was almost dead, lying in a pool of blood? Where my mate was lying unconscious? Now you want me to take my pups there to sacrifice them at that altar? You must be out of your mind!" Remus growled in my head. He was so angry that he wanted to break free and go on a

"It is possible that by seeing your

in the manor. "I won't risk the lives of my pups for a

sorrow in his eyes. "Then the curse may never

stood still with my jaw clenched as fear rooted deeper than any logic. But I wasn't going to risk the lives of my pups. Over my dead body. The Shaman left

it?" Auren asked,

between us and held her closely against my chest. "It's nothing," I murmured, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

a month of giving me birth. I remember father talking about how the curse took its toll on her. Every day she sank deeper into depression. Her health just went downhill. So I had braced myself for the worst. If Auren died, I would go with her. Willingly. Every hour after the birth of our pups, I watched her like a hawk-waiting for her color to fade, her

barely breathing. When she needed rest, I was there to take care of the pups. I wanted to live this short time with them to

of my apprehensions materialized. Instead, Auren nursed back to health. The dark circles under her eyes softened. Her cheeks regained their color. She felt better. Often, I saw her cooing to the pups, and then laughing at

could feel through the bond. In contrast, my bond pulsed with life.

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Bradley was suckling the left breast while Tamara the right. My pups were ferociously hungry all the