Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 61: The Truth About The Curse

Chapter 61: The Truth About The Curse

When Ronan decided to reveal the nature of his curse to Vivian, the Lycan within him was swift to switch controls of their shared mind.

There were things Ronan didn’t know about his curse.

Things he shouldn’t have known.

Thus, the Lycan took it upon himself to relate the finer details of the curse to their omega mate.

After all, she was the fated mate and deserved to be informed of the entirety of the truth.

Hence, the beast explained that a Lycan’s curse could be described as a ticking time bomb, one that could only be halted by a Lycan’s fated mate by anchoring the beast to their human side.

Since the dawn of their existence, the beastly race has been challenged with finding a balance between sanity and transforming into complete killing machines.

There was a very fine line, and more often than not, sanity was the less popular side to be embraced.

As once related before, Lycans were progenitors of the werewolf race.

Yet, how did they come to be?

They were connected to the Old World.

When a group of early humans born of the current realm and world sought Primordial Beast power, a source of energy related to the Old World and remnants of the beasts who once resided there, chaos ensued.

The Old World itself erupted into ruin from several disasters, left desolate due to the unstable nature of various factors that fed on the balance between body, spirit, and magic.

"The Old World?" Vivian said questioningly, finding her bearings to relax now that the beastly Lycan she so very adored was the one communicating with her. "Does this relate to the history of the humans who went in search of power from the Old World for survival? The ones that believed gaining abilities from beasts would grant them strength to fight wars and to overcome famine?"

The Lycan’s amber eyes flared wide with surprise. He never would have expected that Vivian possessed knowledge of the Old World.

What was an Omega of Moonborn doing with such knowledge and information?

To Soran, who still observed them from afar, he found the whole affair rather suspicious. If Ronan himself was unaware of the existence of the Old World, why did the runt of a low-status pack know of such history?

Just who are you exactly, Vivian Moonborn? There is more to you than you let on. Soran deduced, bringing his hand to his chin as a gesture of contemplation. Milday will be very interested to know about this.

"Indeed," the Lycan replied, followed by a nod. "These humans also sought dominance, driven by greed and the desire to surpass the gods themselves. They saw such power as a means of immortality and absolute control over life itself."

"And was it that power that cursed them?" Vivian questioned further, following after the Lycan when he sauntered to the luminous lake to sit by the water’s edge. He lifted his head, eyes scrutinising the bright constellations. "How did those humans gain power from the Old World?"

Vivian claimed her seat beside him on the bank, her curious eyes following where his gaze settled on.

"From ancient texts and rituals," the Lycan continued explaining, glancing from the corner of his eye when he noticed Vivian’s body visibly quivering from the chilly night air.

He lifted her to sit on his lap with her back pressed against his chest. The underside of his snout rested on her head while his arms wrapped around her protectively.

Vivian happily accepted the Lycan’s accommodation.

With him, she knew she could be free and demand what she wanted.

"By drawing energy directly from the decaying beast essence of the Old World, those humans attempted to bind this unstable power to themselves," the Lycan related, gently nuzzling the top of her head to savour the sweet scent of her recent arousal still lingering on her. "That power clashed with their mortal souls and bodies. It unleashed a chaotic force they couldn’t control, tearing at their humanity."

Vivian’s gaze settled mournfully on the water’s surface, absentmindedly gazing into its depths. The Old World was not unknown to her, and although those humans were culpable for their own downfall, a part of her still mourned their ill fate.

It spoke volumes to her to what extent humans were capable of reaching just for the sake of power, dominance, and the need to satisfy their greed.

Why would they be so reckless to tamper with pure darkness from the Old World, where no human could survive?

"And how did their punishment come to be? Was the curse a result of that power they sought?" Vivian enquired. Now that she was informed of the true nature of Roman’s curse, she was remorseful for her earlier behaviour. She should never have overstepped her bounds when she didn’t understand anything.

As per history, it was the Goddess Lunaria of Balance and Harmony herself who further amplified the effects of such a dark power, casting it as a curse upon those humans.

Outraged by their arrogance, Goddess Lunaria cursed them to live as Lycans—creatures trapped between man and beast. The curse ensured that their greed for power would always backfire, driving them closer to madness and chaos unless tempered by the bond of a fated mate.

"How can a fated mate of a Lycan break the curse?" Vivian shifted around in his lap, gazing up directly at him. "And if the Goddess Lunaria casted this curse as punishment, why are fated mates born to break them? And why don’t werewolves share the same curse as Lycans if we were born from them?"

Smart little wolf as always. The Lycan chuckled to himself. Whether it was out of curiosity or intelligence, Vivian always asked the right questions.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the answer to all of them.

"A fated mate possesses a magical soul that can restore the balance of a Lycan’s fractured existence," the Lycan said, nuzzling her cheek. "As for your last two questions, I have no knowledge of that. No one knows why Lunaria brought fated mates into existence or why the curse isn’t carried over to werewolves born from a Lycan’s bite."

Soran sat back on his rear, crossing his legs as he contemplated the information revealed. There was much more to unpack, and there were missing parts in the Lycan’s explanation about the curse.

Did the beast deliberately withhold some information or was his memory wiped?

"It is all strange." Vivian muttered, lowering her gaze. "I owe Ronan a great apology. I did not understand that he was fighting such a cruel battle within himself. If I am his fated mate as he says I am, what do I need to do to break the curse?"

The Lycan regarded her carefully, searching for any sign of deception in her pretty emerald eyes.

"Why do you want to break our curse, princess?" The Lycan’s mouth curled into something akin to a grin. "Do you want to be mine that badly?"