Fated Reborn: The Wolf King's Bride novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Nyssa pov

Did–did I just hear what the goddess said? Did she just say that a white–breed werewolf, me, was the one to break the curse she placed on the Lycan

King?

I blinked, staring at Darius in stunned disbelief.

But, like always, the man blatantly ignored me as though I didn’t exist, his attention fixed solely on the Moon Goddess.

Everyone had heard about the curse the goddess cast on Darius, though no one could ever recite it word for word.

All anyone knew was that after the Lycan King’s mate died, he went rogue and slaughtered everyone involved in her death, even the families of those responsible.

And though he spared the women and children, the goddess had been enraged. As a result, she cursed him, to live for eternity, unable to die.

That was what everyone had believed for centuries.

But not this.

Not that there was a way to break the curse-

And that it had to do with a white wolf.

With me.

My heart pounded as everything became clear as day.

Goddess, I had imagined so many scenarios in my head, so many reasons why Darius might have wanted me here but this… this wasn’t one of them.

But most of all, something felt wrong. Why did the thought of Darius wanting to break the curse, to end his life, suddenly hurt me?

It made me deeply sad, for reasons I couldn’t understand. My heart ached.

I frowned and placed a hand against my chest, my eyes narrowing in confusion as I tried to comprehend why I was feeling this way.

“Do you know how many would want to be in your shoes?” the goddess spoke, and when I shifted my gaze to her, I caught the briefest glance, a knowing smile before she turned back to Darius.

“Many would give anything to live forever like you. They don’t want to die. They want to go on living, enjoying the wealth, the power, just as you do. So why are you so desperate to break the curse? You know…” She leaned back against the seat, her voice soft yet edged with amusement. “You should be thanking me for giving you eternal life.”

Darius’s expression was stone–cold at her words. He didn’t even look the slightest bit interested in what she was saying. He simply tilted his head slightly and spoke with calm precision.

“Don’t act as though you did me a favor,” he said. “This wasn’t a gift, it was punishment. You knew that a life without her would be nothing but torment. You knew I would loathe every second of it… isn’t that right?”

He held the goddess’s gaze, his eyes flashing white, mirroring hers.

“So you cursed me to live forever. To carry the pain and the shame, and to watch everyone I cared for die one after another.”

I inhaled sharply at his words. Even though his gaze showed no emotion, I could hear the barely restrained anger in his voice.

At that moment, I couldn’t help but see the entire situation differently. The Lycan King was right.

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Chapter 116

Everyone believed he was lucky, that living for eternity meant the Moon Goddess had blessed him, not cursed him. Because no matter what happerade he couldn’t die. Nothing could kill him. A divine protection always kept him safe.

But they didn’t understand, They didn’t see

dreadful truth.

To live so many years, watching everyone you love wither away and die, over and over, it was a nightmare disguised as a gift.

My hands clenched into fists as I thought about

Now, I understood why Darius was the way he

I couldn’t imagine being in his shoes.

1. it.

cold, ruthless, and emotionless.

I couldn’t imagine watching everyone, my father, everyone I held dear–die while I kept on living.

“But don’t you think you deserve it?” the goddess said, her smile vanishing as her gaze locked on Darius.

“You are the Lycan King, the one t chose instead of your brother. I had so many expectations for you, so many plans for you, son… but you disappointed me. You killed countless people with no regard for their lives. Even those who had nothing to do with your mate’s death, you slaughtered them in cold blood with your own hands. Don’t you think you deserve this?”

Her voice had turned cold now, and I shivered as an intense, suffocating aura filled the space.

But strangely, it didn’t affect me.

“Who asked you to pick me as the Lycan King?” Darius shot back without hesitation, and my eyes widened as I watched him lean forward from his seat, his hands pressing firmly against the table, his gaze locked on the goddess. “Why couldn’t you have just chosen him or someone else? Why did you pick me?”

He asked it like he didn’t care for the answer, but I could hear the edge in his voice.

The goddess frowned and slammed her hand on the table. And though it was Dorothy’s small hand, the table trembled from the sheer force as she glared at him

“That is because you were the most suitable for the role! Why do you think the Moon Pendant is used to test the worth of kings? The pendant searches the soul, to see if it is pure and your brother’s wasn’t. That is why the pendant corroded, that is why your brother wasn’t the rightful heir to the throne.

But you-

She pointed directly at him.

“You were perfect. The perfect heir. Your soul was pure, and you could have been a great ruler. But then you ruined it all when you slaughtered those people.” The goddess’s eyes narrowed at him, her expression sharp with frustration and disgust, and my breathing grew heavy as I watched this unfold,

Never in my life would I have imagined witnessing the goddess in her rage.

“But now,” she continued, her voice cold, “your hands are drenched with blood. Your soul is no longer fit for a Lycan King, it has been corrupted.”

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