Chapter 8 A Curse To The Lycans
Ophelia’s POV
I froze.
What now… did he notice anything again?
His eyes hardened as if he could hear the lie trembling inside my chest. He didn’t move, but his presence pressed on me, heavy and suffocating, like the room itself was holding its breath.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” he said quietly.
Quietly… but the danger underneath made my knees weaken.
He stepped closer, closing the space between us until I could feel his breath brushing my cheek. My fingers dug into my dress as my heart slammed painfully against my ribs.
“Your reaction earlier,” he continued, “your wrist… your eyes… and now the rogue mentioning the Moon Pack—none of it is a coincidence.”
Panic spread like cold water in my veins.
I couldn’t breathe.
“I told you everything,” I whispered, my voice small. “I don’t know anything else.”
He let out a slow exhale, frustrated, unconvinced. His hand lifted, hesitating for the first time, then closed gently but firmly around my wrist.
The glow burst instantly, hot, burning almost peeling off my skin
His eyes widened, the shock breaking through his cold mask.
“What is this?” he breathed, voice low, dangerous.
I tried to yank my hand back, but I only succeeded in pulling myself closer to him. My body betrayed me, leaning instinctively into his touch even as my mind screamed to run.
“I—I don’t know,” I said, breath trembling. “It only happens when—”
My voice was cut off.
His grip tightened slightly. “When what?”
I looked away, heat rising under my skin. “When… you touch me.”
Silence.
Pure, thick, suffocating silence.
His chest rose sharply, as if my words had punched air out of him. His gaze dragged over my face, searching, questioning, pulling something raw from deep inside me.
“That shouldn’t be possible,” he murmured, almost to himself.
He stepped closer again, too close, his scent surrounding me, his aura brushing over my skin like a storm rolling in.
“Tell me the truth, Ophelia,” he whispered. “What are you?”
I opened my mouth to speak
But suddenly a loud bang came from outside, then the window break
I screamed
A loud crash, I covered my ears with my hand bending down. He shields me with his body.
Another attack, the same day. Eve must be dying of killing me, how did she even know that I am not dead yet. I wondered.
Could it be someone else except for her.
He snapped his head toward the door, his entire aura shifting instantly, dark and lethal. A servant stumbled inside, falling to his knees.
“We catch a rouge ready to run away and the other rouge is dead,”
Logan’s jaw clenched, but his eyes cut sharply back to me. He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t run,” he said, voice low, warning, promising. “I will know.”
He left.
The room emptied.
My legs shook so hard I almost collapsed.
But what terrified me most… wasn’t the rouge but the person behind the attack. The person won't stop until I am dead. Why would anyone even want me dead?
I have never wronged anyone in my entire life.
My body trembled on the floor, I held the chair trying to stand up. I walked to the broken windows.
The rogue must probably be here to kill the other rogue not expecting to get caught.
What do they want from me exactly?
I have to find out who is behind all this attack.
I matched to the dungeon, the slaves stared at me as I walked. I saw the old woman from earlier as well but I ignored and kept walking until I reached the dungeon.
I stepped inside. The rogue was chained and the other one was taken out.
A smirk escaped his lip immediately I stepped in. I saw the excitement.
“I never thought I would get to see you, Ophelia.”
He knows my name, but I am not surprised, whosoever that wants me dead must know who I am.
“Why are you here? I told you to wait.”
“Well I can't wait until my death anymore,” i said , taking a step closer to him.
“Why do you want me dead?” I questioned.
He scoffed. “Well I don't want you dead, someone else does.”
He looked down at my wrist, I noticed his gaze, I quickly showed my wrist to him.
“Ophelia you are someone dangerous, and you need to die, for the Lycans to be saved.”
“Die, Lycans, does that mean Lycans sent you. I saw you looking at my wrist. What do you know about it?”
His gaze shifted to king Logan, before I could react his leg reached out for my neck, trying to strangle me.
I snapped his leg, coughing. King Logan quickly pulled me away from him.
“Get out of here!” He ordered not giving any room for disagreement.
I nodded and stepped out of the dungeon still holding my burning neck. Just now my neck burned, I felt a pull in my body I could barely breathe.
My chest locked. I hit my chest, but it burns more.
My breath seized, I coughed, falling on the fall.
Just then the old woman appears, she kneels down, she touches my neck and chants something and the pain is gone.
I opened my eyes, everything blanked. Suddenly a figure appeared, the door opened, the light shone bright into my eyes, as the figure approached.
White long hair, slim figure, and a stunning face. She was walking towards me, her steps steady and slow.
“My child, protect the world,”
Suddenly another figure came out from her back. My mother.
“Mom.”
Tears rolled from my eyes. The last time I saw her was when she took her last breath. I reached out to hold her hand, but she was gone.
“Mom!” I screamed and fell on the floor, just like years back. “Don't leave me again.”
With that my eyes opened.
“My child,” I muttered, I touched my neck and the pain was gone.
Someone was there with me just now but who was it? I felt like some part of my memories was gone. But what's it?
King Logan stepped inside, he didn't knock. He does not have to.
“Ophelia you are not to be born. You are a curse to the Lycan.”
I frowned, my eyes widened.
A curse. To the Lycans.
