Chapter 130
Chapter 135
Lucien POV
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I clenched my jaw because I didn’t want to meet him at the moment. What was the urgency? Could he not wait for a day or
two?
“Go and meet him,” Auren said, noticing my hesitation.
Irritation lacing my thoughts, I hurried downstairs to see him. The Shaman was wearing dark robes, like he had come straight from a sacred worshiping ritual. I folded my arms tightly across my chest as I looked at him warily. My pups were only a day old and I didn’t like visitors. At least for a week. “What is it?” I said sharply.
He raised an eyebrow, caution etching on his weathered face. “Alpha Lucien, I have come to talk about the curse. I feel that it still clings by its final thread to you. I strongly believe that the shadow wolves of the Eldermere hold their last say in it p>
Tension bunched in my shoulders. What else did the shadows wanted? They were about to take away my wife, my mate. “What do you mean?” I asked.
He let out a rough exhale. “The shadow wolves must see the heirs. Only then will the curse be fully broken p>
A growl rumbled deep in my chest. “You want me to take my pups–my newborn pups–to a fucking graveyard which is haunted by monsters? Where I was almost dead, lying in a pool of blood? Where my mate was lying unconscious? Now you want me to take my pups there to sacrifice them at that altar? You must be out of your mind!” Remus growled in my head. He was so angry that he wanted to break free and go on a rampage.
The Shaman held his ground. “I don’t think that the shadow wolves will harm the pups,” he insisted. “It is possible that by seeing your heirs, they will free the Shadowfang pack from the Bride Ban’s curse. ”
“No!” My voice boomed in the manor. “I won’t risk the lives of my pups for a ‘maybe p>
The Shaman bowed his head with sorrow in his eyes. “Then the curse may never break p>
I stood still with my jaw clenched as fear rooted deeper than any logic. But I wasn’t going to risk the lives of my pups. Over my dead body. The Shaman left and I went back to my wife and children. The moment I saw them, every last bit of fear and anger disappeared.
“What was it?” Auren asked, looking worried.
I closed the gap between us and held her closely against my chest. “It’s nothing,” I murmured, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Please goddess, keep her with me. I know you’re listening to me.
My mother had died within a month of giving me birth. I remember father talking about how the curse took its toll on her. Every day she sank deeper into depression. Her health just went downhill. So I had braced myself for the worst. If Auren died, I would go with her. Willingly. Every hour after the birth of our pups, I watched her like a hawk–waiting for her color to fade, her scent to sour, her warmth to dim.
As days passed, I started preparing a will, making sure that none of my wealth went into the wrong hands. I refused to leave her side, barely sleeping, barely breathing. When she needed rest, I was there to take care of the pups. I wanted to live this short time with them to the fullest. When she slept, I loved it. When my pups cried or giggled, I cherished it. This was all I needed. Ever.
But as the days passed, none of my apprehensions materialized. Instead, Auren nursed back to health. The dark circles under her eyes softened. Her cheeks regained their color. She felt better. Often, I saw her cooing to the pups, and then laughing at them, playing with them. It overwhelmed my heart. She looked at me with so much light and happiness in her eyes that it made my heart ache.
There was not a sliver of sickness in her. There was no pain. Nothing that I could feel through the bond. In contrast, my bond pulsed with life. I tried to find a whisper of death or a fading link. There was nothing of the sort.
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Chapter 135
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A fortnight later, she was sitting by hearth, at night. Both the pups were cradled by her. Bradley was suckling the left breast while Tamara the right. My pups were ferociously hungry all the time. The sound of them slurping milk was loud in the room. I looked at them with so much tenderness that it ached. When our eyes met, she said, “You’re staring again p>
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I walked over slowly to her and dropped on my knees beside her. I watched our pups and then when my eyes traveled to her face, I said, “You are glowing, love p>
She chuckled. “I feel amazing. Hungry all the time though p>
I brushed her golden hair back. “You are feeding two werewolf babies. You are allowed to eat the whole kitchen p>
She laughed. Tamara was already full. She went back to sleep but Brad was still drinking, clutching to her breast like it would disappear. I took Tamara, burped her and made her sleep in the cradle. By the time I returned, I saw that Brad was also asleep. I took him from her and settled him in the cradle. Sometimes, I wondered how a big bad wolf like me had become so domesticated? Auren had changed me completely, and I loved the feeling.
I returned to her and she still hadn’t closed the buttons of her nursing gown. I rested my head on her lap and she brushed my cheeks softly. Her breasts were so heavy and glorified. I cupped them and before I knew my cock pulsed straining against my pants. With one hand I cupped her neck and pulled her nipple low to my mouth. “Fuck!” I groaned as I sucked her. “Fuck, fuck!” She was amazing. I squeezed her breasts as I grazed her tits with my fangs. She moaned in pleasure.
Before I knew it, she was pinned beneath me on the rug, my thighs on either side of her legs. She wasn’t ready, and so as I sucked her, I grounded my cock against her belly. I think it was all so pent–up inside me that with three measured thrusts, I came on her belly. “Fuck!” I groaned as I spilled my cum on her. I stayed there with her for a few minutes, kissing her, saying thank you to her for bearing up with an ass like me. Later I cleaned her up with a towel and laid beside her on the rug as the fire crackled in the hearth.
I leaned in and kissed her temple. My heart thundered in my chest. I couldn’t help but ponder as to why wasn’t the curse acting fast on Auren? It felt like she wasn’t affected by it. Was the curse meant for me then? Because some of my thorny vine tattoos still remained. Ridiculous!