Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Tamara POY

I opened my eyes and everything felt… wrong.

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I talked at the dim moonlight that was filtering through the pillars of the Eldermere ruins. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, but the haze from my mind dissipated fast and as my senses came back, I realized I was lying on the cold stone floor. No, I found myself stretched out on an altar. The cold, air hung around me, and I could feel the pulse of ancient magic in the wor

A voice broke the silence and my heart skipped a beat. The voice was low, melodic. A man was chanting incantations. I turned to look at him. Selothis. As he spoke, I saw dark runes forming in the air around me, twisting and glowing like ominous, ethereal symbols.

His magic was wrapping around me, trying to suffocate me. The cold chill closed in on me, and the ruins swirled, trying to hover over me and make me their prisoner. The shadows crawled from beneath, hissing.

Bewildered, I let out a low chuckle, and then I pushed myself off the stone altar.

No Selots shouted in frustration as his eyes glowed dark. Before I could react, he came to me to push me down so that he could complete his ritual, but in a turn of events, I raised my hand, twisted my body and grabbed his wrist, using his own momentum against him. In an instant, I shoved him back. He was sent stumbling down, his ass hitting the floor.

His eyes grew in disbelief as I jumped off the altar. “What? How?”

The expression on his face was priceless. Not in all his worthless life he could imagine that I would break his magic. I brushed off the dart from my shoulders, as a smirk tugged my lips. “I knew you were in the pack,” I said. “Did you think that we were fools not to know that you were here, stalking us, trying to find me?”

His eyes widened in shock

“You thought you were the one who lured me in, didn’t you?” I continued, stepping forward. “But guess what? It was me who loved you here?

His face contorted into fury as he got up. “You imbecile!” he growled. “I am a God! You think you can control me, fool me?” He snapped his fingers, and the shadows around me moved as if obeying his command.

I clenched my jaw as the shadows moved closer to me, coiling toward me, and then they stopped midair. Instead of squeezing me in their grip, they slithered, like snakes, and retreated back to him.

Selottan’s expression twisted into confusion and disbelief. He reached out to command them again. “Go!” he shouted at them. But they ignored him completely, curling around his legs instead of mine.

“You can control shadows here. But you forget who I am!” I said in an angry voice. “The shadows here,” I said with authority lacing my voice. “They obey the Vaslof bloodline, not you! And especially not in the Eldermere ruins!”

For a momers, Selochis seemed to shrink back in disbelief. Then he suddenly flicked his wrist toward the runes. They seemed to close in on me with rapid speed. I covered my face with both my arms, ready for them to slam on my body and explode, but a loud voice boomed in the temple. The runes burst around me in tiny pinpricks, turning to ashes and falling on the ground

Sloths was shocked. He whipped his head to the side. I heard a rustle from my left. My pulse quickened and I saw Matt emerging from the shadows. His expression was a mixture of concern and controlled fury. He was on his way to me with long strides had right beside him were two Shamans. They were chanting incantations continuously, their eyes fixed on