Page 56 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
Only then, giveth the gift of breaking the curse.
Alas, if failed, the curse shall end the Deimos for eternity.
Remember when the light gives birth to a….
I frowned, trying to read the word, but I couldn’t. Shaking my head, I continued,
The darkness will reign through the veins of the Deimos prince.
Find the key within the darkness to break the curse.
Before the seventh Blood Moon, end the curse or yield to the darkness.
If all fails, under the Blood Moon, you shall take your final breath.
Will the Deimos line end or will it survive?
The answer lies within.
Urgh, that was so complicated. Flipping the page over, I searched in his bedside drawer, taking out a notebook and a pen, and began to look at the explanation and jot down key points.
Okay, this makes more sense...With each sentence and cross-referencing it back to the Deimos curse, I felt like I was on to something, even if it didn’t give any answer on how to break the curse. As I continued to delve deeper, my stomach was a knot of nerves, and the fear that this could become Liam’s reality hurt me deeply.
Another hour had passed before the window opened, and Liam entered, clad only in a pair of joggers, something that told me he had shifted. Water trickled down his chiselled abs and into the band of his pants, making my heart beat wildly. My gaze ran over his body, but it was the tattoo on his left breast that caught my eye. Along with the compass and symbols, there was a bird – a raven.
My heart thundered as Liam turned away quickly, as if realising what I was looking at. He walked into his closet, reappearing in a T-shirt.
“Liam… that tattoo-”
“It’s nothing,” he said coldly.
I frowned but didn’t push it. I didn’t know what happened, but I could tell he wasn’t in the best of moods.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his wet locks, making the usually strawberry blond locks look a lot darker. “Find anything?”
“Actually yes. How much of this book have you read?
“Up until the light and darkness part,” he said, grabbing a towel and beginning to dry his wet hair.
“Okay, so basically, the prophecy talks about how Selene and Helios tried to counter each other, and in the end, Selene’s final attempt was that a pair of twins would be born, and only then would there be a chance to break the curse. The birth of the Deimos prince, you, and the blessed wolf, Kiara. It also says how a blessed wolf has no darkness in them, but there can’t be light without darkness. So, where there is only goodness and light in Kiara, you inherited the darkness. Your birth was said to have weakened the curse, and then there’s something about when Kiara gave birth- possibly to Dante, I’m assuming- that is when your darkness will reign. Do you think that’s around the time you felt this darkness within you, or would you say it was when the twins were born?” I asked, looking at him. He was silent, listening with a frown on his face.
“Possibly when Dante was born… although I was angry with the entire mate situation at that time,” he muttered.
“So, our mate situation only fuelled it. It’s almost like a catalyst that made that darkness come out…” I murmured thoughtfully.
“Maybe,” he said, frowning. “Anything else?” I looked down at the notebook.
“It says you will either relinquish yourself to the darkness and thus meet your end and, with it, the end of the Deimos line, or you will find the key to breaking the curse within, hence releasing your true potential and destroying the darkness that is trying to consume you, along with it, the curse forever.”
“I would say it’s all fucking bullshit if I didn’t know better,” he muttered. “That card says I am darkness, so we got our answer. End of fucking story. This darkness will be the end of me.”
“It won’t be,” I said coldly, my eyes flashing. “You will not be the end of this line. It says within seven Blood Moons. How many Blood Moons have we seen since Dante’s birth…?” I trailed off, counting off in my head. He was born right after that fateful day when I found my mates. We have had six, which means we have less than three months until the next one…
“I have three months,” he said in a flat voice that held no emotion. Three months before we might lose Liam… just the thought terrified me. No, never.
“Grandma Amelia said you can decide your own destiny,” I said firmly.
