Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

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Chapter 135

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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.

wolves must see the heirs. Only then will the curse be

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

pups," he insisted. "It is possible that by seeing your heirs, they will free the Shadowfang pack from

boomed in the manor. "I won't risk the lives

sorrow in his eyes.

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 and I

it?" Auren

"It's nothing," I murmured, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Please goddess, keep her with me.

Every day she sank deeper into depression. Her health just went downhill. So I had braced myself for the worst. If

sure that none of my wealth went into the wrong hands. I refused to leave her side, barely sleeping, 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

better. Often, I saw her cooing to the pups, and

pain. Nothing that I could feel through the bond. In contrast, my bond pulsed with life. I tried to find a whisper of death

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cradled by her. Bradley was suckling the left breast while Tamara the right. My pups were ferociously hungry all the time. The sound of them slurping milk was loud in the room. I looked at them with so

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