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“Aysel? Little moon, please say something.” Valens sounded distraught. I’d never heard him sound so broken before.
The glow around me dimmed. The pins pricking into me from everywhere slowly died down, one after the other. With the same stillness before an orga*sm, my body stopped and I bolted upright.
“Ow!” I held my forehead which had smacked into Valens’ jaw when I suddenly sat upright.
“Goddess! What is happening, Sagira?” Valens pulled me back to him, pushing my face into his neck and burying his face in mine. “Don’t do that ” He pulled away, holding me at arm’s length as his eyes roamed and assessed my body. “What just happened to you?” It interested me that his eyes were red, bloodshot as if he was intoxicated- or had been crying.
“Magic.” I pulled the bedcovers around me, covering my n*kedness.
“What do you mean magic? There are no witches left,” he said, his brows furrowed and his eyes looking stunned. “There are no witches left,” he repeated in a bid to assure himself.
There should be no witches left because he actively hunted them down and the goddess aided him without him knowing. There should be no witches yet here I was, humming with magic.
“It’s a gift,” I told him. “A gift from the goddess.” I could feel him pulling away even though he was still on the bed with me, kneeling. “You are pulling away from me,” I said without thought, my wolf mirroring the despair I read on his face.
“I no.” He pushed his hand into his hair, pushing the overgrown strands back. “I’m not pulling away from you, Sagira, but ” He cut himself off, sitting back, his legs underneath him. “Why would the goddess give you magic? Of all things?” He drew out his words. What I heard was ‘Why would you ask for magic of all things?’
“She ” I paused. I’d resigned myself to never telling him about my mother, or identifying with the person that cursed him to wander for so many years.
I pushed the thought to the back of my mind but a part of me had agreed that there was no reason for him to know because it would serve no purpose asides from putting a wedge between a relationship we were still trying to build. Yet I realized now that there was no way I could explain away my sudden magical gift. There was no way I could hide it either. From the foreign hum in my body, the new energy coursing through me, I knew it could be volatile.
“My mother ah She had latent magic.” I watched him carefully, noting the smallest detail in his demeanor. He froze when I mentioned my mother being a magician. “She served the goddess faithfully. In return, the goddess gave me her magic for me to feel closer to her and as an apology for for our child.” My hand went to my stomach. His eyes followed the gesture and they softened. But his posture remained stiff.
“What was your mother’s name?” My heart beat faster. Did he suspect? Had he made the connection? Should I lie?
“Miriam,” I blurted out. My mouth supplied the truth before I could think of a lie. Would he recognize the name? His face turned pensive for a minute as he mulled over the name. Did he have a directory of my great-grandmother’s family names?
“Did you know her?” I asked when the silence and his pensive gaze stretched for too long.
“How could I have known your mother? I was cursed a hundred and four years ago.”
Right!
My mother should not have existed at that time. Except she had. I didn’t want to tell him this but I may have aroused his suspicion with that last question.
“You’re right. I’m being silly.”
“You are not silly,” he reprimanded automatically. Then he sighed. “This is a lot for me to take in.”
“I know.” Silence stretched after than. The hum in my veins grew louder but he could not hear them. Only I felt the changes happening in my body.
“I need a run.” He got out of bed, pushing his hair back again. His jeans hung low on his h**s as he stood, his mind distracted. “I have to wrap my head around this.”
“I understand.” The door closed before I got the words out. I fell back into bed. Tears fell from my eyes and dripped into my ears.
I hadn’t expected him to be thrilled about a magical mate. He hated being reminded of his past. I asked for magic and made myself a constant reminder of his tragedy. I chose to identify with the very people he hated.
Maybe he was right. I wanted to punish him the way I felt he had punished me. I’d never even thought of that! Could I have asked for magic just to spite him?
“I am sorry.” He came back into the room and I wiped my eyes frantically. He was gone less than two minutes.
“You’ve been apologizing a lot frequently.” I smiled, desperate to lighten the mood. “You aren’t going for a run anymore?”
“I am apologizing because I keep hurting you.” He got into bed with me. “I am not going on a run. I don’t want you to ever feel like I am pulling away from you or abandoning you.”
“It’s okay if you need space to work through things,” I said even though I was secretly glad that he came back. For a second there, it felt as if I had run him off. I hated the sight of him turning his back on me. The feeling svcked.
“No, no space.” He leaned into me. “I I don’t like magic but it shouldn’t matter if you are blessed with magic. You are my mate and I love you. Magic shouldn’t ”
“You you what?” My heart raced from my throat, my hands trembling.
“I have never said that out loud, have I?” His smile was sheepish when he raised his head to mine.
“I’ve never said that out loud, have I?” She buried her face into a pillow when I asked that. I could see the tip of her ears turning red even though she hid her face from me.
I felt incredibly foolish now that I thought of how I reacted when I saw those pictures. I should have been furious but not at her. How could she cheat on me when she reacted like this to me? How could I not have seen? A lot of things would have been different if I had the foresight, the knowledge I had now.
‘Love her,’ the oracle had said and it turned out that I didn’t have to try hard to love her. I didn’t even have to try. She was my curse breaker. My mate. By every standard, she was my savior.
I was nearing the three-month-mark in Redville; the one that brought that itch that could only be scratched when I moved to a new land. I hadn’t hit the mark yet but I knew without a doubt that the itch was gone forever. I would never have the urge to leave this pack behind. I would never have an itch to wander again because my curse was broken. Completely.
“Don’t suffocate yourself,” I teased when she did not raise her head from the pillow after a long time.
I had messed up big time and I knew it. I f****d up royally. I didn’t want to dwell on how badly I messed things up because when I did, my eyes reddened. I’d lost a child. My firstborn. A seed I’d looked forward to planting for years but failed. A seed that when it finally took root to germinate, I left and it withered. It died.
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