Breed Me Cursed Alpha (Lyra and Ronan) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Ronan

I wake in silver.

Not light. Not dark. Something colder. Something older.

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The ground beneath my feet is smooth and endless, like polished bone. The sky curves overhead, swollen with moonlight so bright it hurts to look at directly. There is no horizon. No wind. No sound except my own breathing.

And then there is her.

The Moon Goddess stands before me, tall and terrible, her form carved from radiance and fury. Her eyes burn white, not with warmth but judgment. When she speaks, the sound does not travel through air. It arrives inside me fully formed.

“You reek of defiance,” she says.

I straighten instinctively, spine stiff, jaw set. “You summoned me.”

She laughs once. The sound cracks the sky. “You have always mistaken survival for invitation.”

The air thickens. Images flood my vision. Bloodlines. Markings burned into skin. Kings who took what was not offered. Ancestors who claimed mates already promised to others. Power stolen and hoarded until it poisoned everything it touched.

“Your bloodline defied fate,” she says. “Again and again. You marked where you were forbidden. You bound where you were warned. Generation after generation, your family mistook strength for immunity.”

I clench my fists. “You punished them for that.”

“I punished you,” she corrects. “Because curses must land somewhere.”

Her gaze sharpens. “Lyra was never meant to survive you.”

The words strike like a blade to the chest.

“She is not like the others,” the Goddess says, her voice calm and merciless. “Those women were never yours. You did not mark them. You did not bind them. They died because your seed is poison to bodies not made for it.”

My jaw locks. “Lyra is my mate.”

“Yes,” she replies. “Which is why the danger changes.”

My breath stutters before I can stop it, a sharp hitch that tightens my chest. For one suspended heartbeat, the world tilts, hope flaring and dying all at once. My pulse kicks hard against my ribs, a traitorous rhythm that gives me away before I can hide it.

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The moonlight sharpens, pressing in around us. “If you bite her. If you complete the mark and seal the bond. She will die.”

The words hit harder than any blow.

“No,” I snarl. “The mark is meant to protect a mate.”

“Not when the bloodline itself is corrupted,” the Goddess answers. “Your venom carries the curse. The bite that should bind will destroy her. Instantly.”

My fists clench until my hands shake. “Then why allow the bond at all?”

Her gaze is ancient and unforgiving. “Because fate is cruel. And because love was never meant to make this easy.”

The moonlight shifts. I see Lyra as she is now. Alive. Defiant. Breathing. Then I see her pale and still, body broken by a bond it was never meant to endure.

My vision blurs with rage.

“You want your pack restored,” the Goddess says. “You want them whole. Seen. Alive. Then there is a way. Ypu want Lyra forever?”

I say nothing.

“Sacrifice,” she continues. “Not her. Your children.”

The words take a moment to make sense.

“Every time she carries your child,” the Goddess says, unbothered by the horror blooming across my face, “that child will be given to me. A tithe. A thank you. The curse lifts fully. Your pack returns. Your mate lives.”

My hands shake.

“You want me to kill my own children,” I say,

“I want balance,” she answers. “You took against my will. Now you give.”

A presence stirs beside me.

Cain steps out of the light like a shadow tearing free from my spine. Tall. Feral. Grinning. His eyes gleam with approval.

“She is offering mercy,” Cain says. “Take it.”

I turn on him. “You would do this?”

Cain bares his teeth. “I would do anything to keep what is ours.”

The Goddess watches us both. “Agree, and I lift the curse. Refuse, and nothing changes.”

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I step forward, heart hammering. “I will not sacrifice my children. I will not trade lives to save others. I will not make Lyra a womb for your appetite.”

The moonlight flares violently.

“Then wake,” the Goddess says, her voice cold now. “Wake and watch your pack tear you apart. They already fear you. They will finish what your wolf started.”

The ground fails as completely as my certainty.

One moment I am standing, braced against her judgment, my feet planted on something solid. The next, that solidity is a lie. The surface beneath me fractures, not violently, but decisively, as if it was never meant to hold my weight at all. I drop through silver light, falling without resistance, without dignity, my breath tearing from my chest. Above me, the Goddess’s fury burns, distant and absolute. Below me, there is only descent, endless and unforgiving, carrying me away from her realm and back toward consequences I can no longer

outrun.

I wake choking on air.

Pain floods in first. Then weight. Then immobility.

I cannot move my arms. My legs refuse to answer. My body feels like stone, heavy and useless. I try to breathe deeply and fail. The world swims back into focus inch by inch.

Stone ceiling. Low light. The infirmary.

I try to reach for the bond.

It answers weakly. Fractured. Static where certainty used to be.

Cain is gone.

The absence is worse than his rage ever was.

Panic claws up my throat.

Had he taken something with him?

My fingers twitch uselessly.

Then I feel warmth.

Small. Trembling.

A hand wrapped around mine.

Lyra.

She is sitting beside the bed, her head bowed, her fingers laced through mine like she is afraid I will vanish if she loosens her grip. Her scent reaches me before my eyes fully focus. Alive. Here.

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Relief crashes through me so hard it almost hurts.

I try to speak.

Nothing comes out.

Her head snaps up anyway. She feels it. She always does.

“Ronan?” she whispers.

I cannot answer.

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Around us, I sense movement. Tension. Fear. The pack bond is wrong. Distant. Uneven. Like voices speaking through water.

And then, deep inside what remains of me, something stirs.

Cain’s voice slithers back into place.

‘They will kill you, he murmurs. Let me stop them.’

My pulse spikes.

No.

Let me finish this,’ Cain insists. ‘Let me burn them all down.

I stare at the ceiling, trapped inside my body, Lyra’s hand warm in mine, my pack circling like carrion beyond the walls.

And I understand with terrifying clarity.

If Cain takes control again, there will be no coming back.

If I do nothing, they will not let me live.

Either way, this ends in blood.

And I am running out of time.

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