Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 124

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Chapter 124

Chapter 124

LOUIS

The shadow didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just kept staring with the place where eyes should be. It was scary to look at, the eye socket, hollow, filled with something too dark that made me scared to even think what was inside it.

My chest started to hurt. Not a lot, but enough to notice. Like something was pressing down on my ribs and it wasn’t letting up, no matter what.

“Stop it,” I said, louder this time. “Mummy broke the curse. You can’t hurt me anymore. You better leave before she comes here and hurt you with her magic hands for hurting me,”

But the shadow moved closer. Glided across the floor without making a sound as my eyes tried its best to track its movement as it kept sticking close to the shadows on the wall, trying its best to blend inside it.

The cold got worse. My breath came out in bigger clouds now. My hands were shaking.

Where was Dad? Where was Dr. Kim? Where was anyone? They were supposed to be here, daddy doesn’t leave me alone when the curse comes, he stays with me, but he wasn’t here now, he was still on the call.

“Help,” I tried to call, but my voice came out small and squeaky. “Someone help me.”

The shadow reached the edge of my table. Stood right next to me. So close I could feel the wrongness of it like a blanket made of fear.

And then it did something it had never done before.

It touched me.

The cold of its hand–if that’s what it was–pressed against my chest, right over my heart. And suddenly I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything except stare at the shadow–face that was so close to mine.

Pain exploded in my chest. Real pain, not just pressure. Like something was trying to pull something out from inside me. Something that didn’t want to be pulled out of me, I gritted my teeth, but the pain kept building and my hands were stuck from moving, so I could not push him away.

I tried to scream but no sound came out.

The shadow’s other hand came up, pressing against my forehead.

And then I saw things. Terrible things.

Dark rooms full of people wearing hoods. Symbols drawn in something red and sticky on the floor. Chanting in words I didn’t understand but that made my skin crawl.

And in the center of it all, a woman. Old and mean–looking. Staring right at me even though this wasn’t real, this was just the shadow showing me pictures.

“The boy,” the woman said, and her voice echoed in my head. “The heir to the bloodline. He’ll serve our purposes as well as the mother would have.”

The images shifted. Now I saw another kid like me–lying on a table similar to this one. The hooded people around me. The mean woman holding a knife.

“His blood will unlock what we need,” she said. “The ritual can still succeed.”

No. No no no. This wasn’t real. This was just the shadow trying to scare me.

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But it felt real. The pain in my chest was real. The cold was real.

“LOUIS!”

Dad’s voice, sharp and terrified, cut through the nightmare.

The shadow vanished instantly. Just gone, like it had never been there. Making me dizzy as 1 blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the blurriness from my vision as my sight were distorted. The cold disappeared. The pain in my chest stopped as it was easy for me to breathe in me now, without it hurting as I took a lot of deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

But I couldn’t stop shaking. I didn’t know if it was because of the cold or fear or something else the shadow left inside me again, just as it did, when I collapsed at the school and I was brought here to the hospital to be checked by mummy.

Dad was beside me in a second, his hands on my face, checking me over with wild eyes as I could see the fear in it, as he was trying hard not to panic in front of me.

“What happened? I hear you crying. Louis, what’s wrong? You’re ice cold-”

“The shadow,” I managed through chattering teeth as I swallowed hard to clear the lump in my throat before I continued speaking. “It was here. It touched me.”

“What shadow? There’s no-” Dad looked around the empty room, then back at me. His face went very pale. “Louis, when you say shadow, do you mean like before? When you were sick? When you were little, that shadow you used to say follow you, before I took you to Bianca for help?”

I nodded, tears streaming down my face now that the immediate terror had passed.

“But the curse is broken,” Dad said, pulling me into his arms. “Bianca stopped it. You’ve been fine-”

“It’s not gone,” I sobbed into his shoulder. “The shadow is still here. It’s always been here. And Dad, it showed me things. Bad things. Mean people who want to hurt me.”

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