Chapter 141

“But how? What could you have possibly done to upset the Goddess?”

Taking in a breath, I sat on the couch near the mahogany table. I look at her expectantly as she takes the one sitting opposite of mine. She allows herself to sink into the leather wordlessly. The curiosity still high on her end.

“It isn’t so much what I’ve done, but what my lineage has done.”

Raising a brow, she leans against the cushion.

“Elaborate.”

My arms spread out onto the armrests, body pressing flat agaisnt the chair. I feel the unfamiliar sense of uncertainty ink into my skin. I have no idea how she’ll respond to what I’m about to tell her. She could very well decide I’m unworthy of Selene after hearing the story.

No mother would want a cursed wolf for her pup. My bloodline only serves to punish those who get involved. At this rate, I could very much be paving way for all the things to go wrong in our relationship.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of my ancestor, Alpha Romanuv Locksworth.”

She nods, a tinge of understanding in her expression.

“Yes, he was a great Alpha. The sole Alpha who helped create order with the founding of the Capital. The man whose ambition laid the foundation of the Ignis Red pack.”

Chuckling dryly I give her a forced smile. Of

‘shit

Discomfort bleeds into her frozen posture from the clear disdain

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her untimely death. Alpha Romanuv was said to be a great mate, even after

his true mate.”

slowly shut with her face draining

known only to a handful of people. My pack had no idea, only knowing that the Locksworth lineage was cursed for a sin committed against the Goddess.

authority. For stronger pups. He didn’t like how his true mate held no status or prior

female in his eyes unworthy of being his mate.”

my

the curse.

at the unfortunate wolves that

was the first wolf to ever reject the Moon Goddess‘ gift.

Chapter 141

realize was the Moon Goddess is a vicious being. You wrong her, she punishes you accordingly. You deny her,

sank the thin silver needles into Val’s skin, the flesh around the wound chunking around like molten lava. His natural stench and blood hangs heavy in the cell. The dreary, dimly lit room looking even more ghastly from the screams ripping from his throat. The ever going cycle of push and

arm.

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