Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Darius pov
I had met the Moon Goddess once before. On the day my mate died. On the day I killed everyone in cold blood.
That day, I had been too late to save her. They got to her first and he had won.
Back before everything fell apart, I had been a good Lycan King. One bestowed with power by the very deity now sitting before me, smiling as though she knew exactly what I was thinking.
Before I became king, I was the younger son of my father, the late king, a man who ruled with unwavering responsibility and justice. He was everything a true king should be. Respected. Loved. Honorable.
And back then, my older brother, Dalton, was the one destined to inherit the throne.
He was meant to take over once our father stepped down. That was how it was always meant to be.
I was the younger son. I had no ambition for the throne. All I ever wanted was to support my brother from the sidelines, to protect our kingdom and our people in whatever way I could. Especially after I found my mate, Liana, my entire heart. All I wanted was a peaceful life with her.
All I wanted was to be happy.
But that happiness never came and it was all because of the deity everyone loved.
The Moon Goddess.
I remembered that day as clearly as if it were yesterday, even though many years had passed.
It was the day of the royal coronation, the day my brother would accept the crown and become the Lycan King.
And to ensure that the new king was accepted by the Goddess, the moon pendant would be placed around his neck. A tradition that had existed for
centuries.
If the white moon pendant turned black, it meant the Goddess had rejected the one who sought the throne.
But if it stayed white, it meant she had accepted him.
That day, no one was worried that Dalton wouldn’t be accepted by the Goddess. No one from our lineage had ever been rejected, so everyone drank and celebrated, waiting for night to fall.
And when it did, when Dalton stood before the altar in the Goddess’s temple, what no one ever imagined would happen, did.
Dalton wore the pendant… and it turned black almost immediately, the grisly color shocking everyone.
“It must be a mistake. Yes, a mistake. Let me try another one, i’m sure it won’t turn black this time.”
That was what Dalton said, his voice strained as everyone stared at him in horror.
That was what Dalton said, his voice strained as everyone stared at him in horror.
But that day, no matter how many pendants were brought to him, each one turned black.
The Goddess did not accept him as the next Lycan King.
And while everyone was still trying to comprehend
what was happening, the shaman finally spoke.
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“Forgive my disrespect, Lycan King, but if I may, could your younger son, Prince Darius, try the pendant? Perhaps the Goddess has not chosen Prince Dalton as the next Lycan King, and it would be wise to give it a try.”
I remembered how stunned everyone was by his words. Even though no one truly believed the pendant would stay white for me, we all assumed something was wrong with the pendants themselves.
But then… everything changed when I wore it.
It didn’t turn black.
It shone brightly.
And after a consultation with the Goddess, the shaman informed us:
I was the one chosen to be the next Lycan King.
After that, I wasn’t sure what happened or how it happened but everything changed.
Every aspect of my life shifted, and suddenly, I was the Lycan King. The well–respected ruler of all werewolves.
And my brother?
He grew distant. He hated me, despised my entire existence.
I couldn’t blame him, not then. To be honest, I felt it too… that I had stolen his place, taken the throne meant for him.
But after our parents died, any brotherly bond we once shared was gone, replaced by a cold void.
My hands clenched into fists as I stared at the Goddess.
Still, I never imagined he would go as far as taking away the one thing most precious to me.
My mate.
It was Dalton who manipulated the elders, convinced them that Liana was wolfless and that any children she bore me would likely be wolfless too.
They plotted together to get rid of her, claiming it was for my own good–for the good of the kingdom.
If I had arrived earlier… I might have-
“Saved her?” the Moon Goddess finished for me, and I blinked out of my daze to find her watching me with a soft smile, this time, with a trace of pity in
her gaze.
“You still blame yourself for what happened, don’t you?” she asked gently.
For a moment, I didn’t speak, my eyes fixed on hers.
Beside me, I could feel the she–wolf watching, her expression in confusion.
But I simply released the tension in my grip, leaning back into the seat and tilting my head slightly as I asked again, my voice low,
“The curse. How do I use a white wolf to break it?”
The Goddess raised a brow–and then her smile widened as she turned to look at Nyssa, who quickly lowered her head, unable to hold her gaze,
“Oh, the curse. You mean the one I placed on you, isn’t that right?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand.
“The one where you need a white–breed wolf to break the curse of eternal life… to finally die?”
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Nyssa’s head snapped up the moment she heard those words.
She turned to me, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
What?!” she blurted out, her eyes narrowin
on
But I ignored her, my focus locked on the Godde
- me.
without hesitation.
“Tell me what do I need to do to break free
from the curse?”
