My Cursed Mate

Kazandra looked back at Vega and the tears just automatically fell down. The Saint’s appearance already confirmed that he was indeed Regulus. After almost a thousand years, she finally met him again.

Vega was surprised at the sudden tears from the woman. His hands were already moving and gently wiped her tears before he could even think about it. Even the soft smile on his face naturally appeared. Vega indeed has a soft spot for her.

That interaction confused the majority of the people inside that room except for Reiga who had been watching them silently. He already knew about the Saint and it was one of the reasons why he became sure that Vega was indeed Regulus’s reincarnation.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but may I ask what’s happening?” Megrez finally asked to break the silence. He did not want to disturb the lovey dovey scene between his brother and Kazandra but he really needed to ask.

“Why don’t we begin from how it all began and how we ended up to our current situation.” Abella answered for him as she looked around to the people who were involved from the past and until the present.

Abella slowly told them the whole incident and its aftermath. In her anger, the moon goddess cursed Sangria and took away her blessing from the pack.

**”The world is about to be plunged into the moon’s anger. I hope that her blood is ready to face the consequences of the silver’s wrath. The mark of her sin will forever accompany her in desolation as she walks in eternity.”**

“Crimson and Sangria fell into ruins only a few months after Regulus’s death. She died and the members of the pack either died by the hands of the other packs or by the enemy. As for the survivors, they were scattered and hid their identities.” Abella gave Kazandra a sad smile which made the woman bow her head in shame.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She failed to protect her mate and even failed to protect her pack. No one could refute if someone would call her a failure and she would even accept it. Those packs who knew of her history still existed to this day but they chose to bury her history and she was not even sure if they could remember her. Not even her glory was remembered.

“A few years passed and a descendant of that pack returned. He was a brilliant young man with exceptional talent. He told me everything and how the moon goddess told him to create a pack and thus Cerulean came to life. Upon establishment, the pack immediately flourished and became a force that nobody dared to oppose,” the Saint added with a fond smile on her face, “I saw how the moon goddess favored this pack and when Vega was born, I finally understood why your ancestors were instructed to create a pack.”

As it turned out, Cerulean was built because of Vega, a beloved child of the moon goddess. Vega didn’t know how he should feel at the information. It still felt surreal and difficult to believe. When the other packs felt like the moon goddess abandoned them, Cerulean was thriving because of the favor she bestowed upon them.

“The moon goddess hasn’t abandoned any of the packs. All packs have her blessing and protection. It was just that, she was in grief for many years.” Abella responded to what was in Vega’s mind.

“But why does the moon goddess favor Regulus too much?” Megrez was finally understanding what happened but this was one of the points that still confuses him.

Abella turned silent. “The moon goddess saw that the strongest wolf loved her pack and would do anything to protect them. She was happy that someone with great strength was willing to use her power for her pack. She was happy that Sangria could protect the mate that she chose for her. From the very beginning, it was Sangria whom she favored and for her trust to be betrayed, it made her regret and blamed herself for Regulus’s fate.”

They could finally understand what really happened. The moon goddess choses a werewolf’s mate for their own good and she never chose a wrong mate for a werewolf. For that wolf to deny her blessing was also denying her concern and existence.

“How can the curse be lifted then?” Vega finally asked the most important question. “Kazandra has already paid for what she did in desolation, isn’t that enough already?”

“It is not enough,” Reiga’s voice echoed in the room. The force behind his voice was enough to suppress them all. “You only lived for a couple of hundred years and you want to break the curse? How arrogant. It’s not that easy.” The mocking in his voice made Vega frown.

“Reiga please come back to your senses,” Abella stood up and faced the man who was emitting a red aura.

“No one will be able to break the curse. I won’t let you, not even you Vega. She needs to pay with despair!” Anger was seething from his words and it made the room too suffocating.

Evos was already on his knees with Ravina holding him. Even Megrez felt the tightness in his chest at the power coming from the man. They were all getting confused at what was happening.

“It is not your decision to make. You cannot deny that even until now, Vega remains her mate. You can’t deny them the bond you chose.” Abella’s power slowly scattered throughout the room and pacified the blood red power which eased the atmosphere. “Leave!”

Her voice drove the strange power away and slowly the atmosphere returned to normal. Reiga also woke up from his daze and started to look around. He looked confused and clueless as to what happened.

“What was that?” Ingrid looked at them and at Abella.

Reiga was suddenly possessed and oozing a power that they haven’t encountered before. It was full of malice and blood lust. She thought that they were actually going to die. A vampire like her, wasn’t sensitive to powers related to wolves but at that time, she could clearly feel the deep anger that was oppressing them.

A sad look appeared on Abella’s delicate face. “Have you heard of the red moon?” She once again sat down.

The red moon, they’ve heard of it but haven’t seen it for centuries. There were many stories revolving around the red moon and all of them were not something pleasant. Those stories often involve death and destruction. Nothing good comes whenever a red moon happens.

“You’ve just encountered the red moon,” Abella dropped like it was something common. “The curse from the moon goddess also came from the red moon, it is the reason why it won’t be easy to undo it because her hatred is like the abyss.”