Chapter 173
Darius pov
An hour ago.
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I flipped through the pages of the book, my gaze fixed as I read in silence. The only sounds in the room were the steady ticking of the clock and the soft rustle of paper, but I tuned them out, my eyes following each word with concentration.
This book told the tales of white werewolves, detailing their origin, what made them special, and how they differed from others. It was unlike the one I had read before, far more detailed, and I was surprised it had even been found, since there weren’t many ancient texts that spoke of white werewolves. But two days ago, Cassian had given it to me, saying he had gone to find it after noticing my interest in them.
At first, I was pleasantly surprised. Cassian rarely used his brain, and aside from his strength, he was rather useless, unlike his late father, who had both brains and strength. So naturally, I assumed this was just another book of little value. But the more I read, the more I realized I was wrong.
Because this book… this book described things the old one never mentioned. And as I continued reading, I found myself becoming completely immersed.
*White wolves are special beings created by the Moon Goddess. Though not as powerful as silver wolves, they are the second strongest, and by far the rarest, so rare that centuries may pass with only one sighting. At times, there may be but a single person who bears a white wolf in two hundred years, sometimes even longer. They are so rare that I, myself, have only ever met one in my lifetime.*
*And that person was my mate, my wife. She was a white wòlf, a rare breed. I couldn’t believe it at first when I discovered my mate was one, but more than anything, as a researcher, I longed to understand what made such a breed truly unique. We had always heard whispers of their rarity, but what was it that truly set them apart? That, I was able to uncover.*
The corner of my lips tugged slightly into a frown as I continued reading
*So I experimented on my mate, trying to figure it out. At first, nothing seemed to work, there were no results from the experiments, and my mate didn’t want to continue. She said it was ‘painful,’ but what she didn’t understand was that pain was nothing compared to what we were going to achieve if this got out. We would be rich, popular, remembered as the husband and wife who dedicated their lives to discovering the truth about white wolves. So when she still refused to see
reason, I did the most sensible thing anyone would do in my situation: I locked her up and forced her to continue the
experiments.”
The air turned colder, and in that moment, I heard an astonished voice in my head.
“Wow… that’s crazy,” Silas muttered, but I ignored him and kept reading.
“It wasn’t easy at first. I did feel guilty, but everything I did was for the sake of the research, and I was certain she would eventually understand. Yes, she would because not long after, I made a breakthrough. I discovered what was different, what made that breed so unique. It was none other than their blood!*
“Blood?” I whispered, my hand pausing between the pages.
*Their blood is what makes them truly unique. It is incredibly toxic, ten times deadlier than any poison I had ever seen.
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Chapter 173
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But do you know why I hadn’t realized it before? Because it was tricky. Their blood looks no different from any other, harmless at first glance, and even contact with it shows no difference. But it becomes toxic in one circumstance, when it
comes in contact with silver.*
*Their blood mixed with silver creates a deadly poison. Just inhaling the fumes that ooze from silver tainted with it is enough to kill someone. Now, imagine what would happen if you took a silver dagger and coated it with the blood of a white werewolf… What do you think would happen?*
As soon as I read those words, my eyes widened slightly, and a scoff escaped me as they skimmed the last line.
‘That dagger would be able to kill anyone. I reckon even the immortal Lycan King, Darius, wouldn’t survive a silver blade
laced with a white wolf’s blood.”
I see.
It seemed this book was written after my curse, likely not long after. But if this was true…
I leaned forward, shutting the book as I rested my head lazily against my hand, a slow smirk curving at the corner of my
lips.
If this was true, then I had finally discovered a way to break the curse and die.
“But would you truly want to die, now that she remembers who she is?”
The world seemed to freeze. My head snapped toward the voice and there she was, the blind head maid, standing by the door with a faint smile, her clouded eyes fixed on me.
The sight of her made me tense instinctively, though I couldn’t explain why. She stood there with the corners of her lips curved upward, her eyes seeming to twinkle as they lingered on me. And I couldn’t explain it, but for some reason, it felt as though I knew her. Not as the head maid… but as someone else entirely. And with that realization, a familiar wave of hate
washed over me at once.
As though the blind woman could truly see, her smirk widened, and she parted her lips, whispering something under her
breath.
Something inaudible, yet I heard it.
“I wonder, Darius… will you be able to escape your ill fate in this lifetime?”
My eyes widened at her words, but before I could react further, the door to my study burst open and Cassian rushed in, his
voice frantic,
And just like that, the woman was gone. Vanished without a trace.
“My king!” Cassian blurted, paníc lacing his tone. “Something has happened. The miss–she’s nowhere to be found!”
I froze, my gaze narrowing on him.
“What did you say?”
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