Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 77: Insight to the Wickan’s past

Chapter 77: Insight to the Wickan’s past

After her discussion with Ronan, Lady Morgana departed from the archives and headed for the training courtyard, where newly inducted Wickans practiced their spellcraft and physical combat mixed with magical incantations.

She stood under a sheltered area with her arms crossed under her bosom, her pencil-thin heel tapping impatiently on the cobblestoned ground as she observed a training session between two young male Wickans.

Her eyes followed the details of their inexperienced hand movements and the misused incantations. When she emerged from the shade, startling them, the two Wickans immediately straightened up and bowed their heads.

She stormed towards them furiously, hands on her the dip of her hips.

"How many times have I taught you boys the pyro spells and gestures? The incantations are incorrect," Lady Morgana scolded with a disappointed click of her tongue, and the two boys shamefully apologised.

Before she could torture them with another piece of her mind, she was interrupted by two hands placed on her shoulders from behind. Pivoting around quickly, she conjured a searing fireball in the middle of her palm to confront the perpetrator.

But she settled down a moment afterwards when she noticed it was just Soran doing his usual antics.

"Easy there, Milday," Soran said apologetically, hands raised in defence. "No need for violence at this early part of the morning. Spare the boys your villainy, won’t you?"

The two boys breathed a sigh of relief behind her, grateful that Soran was generous enough to safeguard them from the Coven leader’s wrath.

Soran himself was silenced with a glare from Lady Morgana, placing a hand over the region of his heart as he bowed the upper half of his back.

"You summoned, Milady," Soran greeted, flashing her with his usual light-hearted smile. "What troubles you this morning?"

Whisked away by more important matters, Lady Morgana spared the two boys and gestured for Soran to accompany her. She returned to the shaded part of the training courtyard, observing the training session once more alongside him.

"Ronan and I had a conversation this morning," Lady Morgana stated, cutting straight to the point. "Why did you follow him and Vivian into the forest last night? You are the only Wickan who uses vanishing concoctions in this coven."

Soran sighed in defeat, shrugging awkwardly.

"I was caught out that fast, wasn’t I?" The Wickan folded his arms and leaned against one of the pillars erecting the roof shelter, his gaze also absentmindedly observing the weak spells cast by the two boys against training dummies. "I only had good intentions, Milady."

"Good intentions to follow an apex predatory Lycan and his mate in the dead of night into the forest? I would have thought you were smarter than that, Soran," Lady Morgana remarked bluntly, eyeing him suspiciously from the corner of her eye. "And what exactly were these good intentions of yours?"

Soran briefly explained the previous night’s events and what he’d witnessed in the bath pools when the Lycan himself tossed Vivian over his shoulder, threatened the Wickan guards on patrol duty, and sprinted off into the forest with his mate.

Soran’s only concerns were whether the Lycan Alpha planned to harm Vivian in any way since he stormed off in anger; for this, he pursued them closely to ensure the she-wolf would be fortunate enough to escape with his help from Ronan’s pending outburst.

"So you followed them to ensure she was safe?" Lady Morgana raised a brow in question, her hands shifting to her hips again. "How very noble of you, brat. From now on, don’t involve yourself in their business, lest you want to make for a fine Wickan bone necklace, which Ronan will carve from you and give to his mate."

Soran suppressed his exasperation from showing evidently on his face, but his clenched jaw was enough to inform Lady Morgana that he still very much despised shifters.

Sighing, Lady Morgana placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Look, I understand that your memories of the Old World are unpleasant, Soran, and you don’t exactly share a friendly history with shifters," Lady Morgana relayed sympathetically, her expression softening for once. "But you know better than to meddle in the affairs of Lycans."

Soran refrained from commenting or reacting in any way. Even if Lady Morgana had been with him since the dawn of the Old World, she had yet to understand the anguish he felt buried deep within him.

However, he was also fairly exhausted from not pursuing his goals because of her suppressive orders.

"That dark magic cast on Vivian’s body," Soran stated, shifting the topic and looking Lady Morgana dead in the eye without any hesitation. "That isn’t entirely the Umbrafyre Curse, which was used to enslave shifters in the past."

Lady Morgana’s gaze darkened warily, and her hand dropped from his shoulder.

"What exactly do you know, Soran?" She demanded, her magenta eyes studying his deceptive blue ones. "Did you steal my Arcane Tomes again?!" Her voice raised slightly, and the clash of magic in the background quietened, signalling to the two boys that it was time for them to depart.

"I put it back like I always do," Soran reassured, shrugging. "You’re overreacting, Milady."

"You know how dangerous that spell book is, Soran." Lady Morgana let out an exasperated sigh, but understanding Soran as well as she did, she knew that if she didn’t reward him with the answers he sought, then he would go prying for them himself.

Soran awaited her response, refusing to back down. Now that he’d finally discovered a chance to accomplish his common goals with Alaric, there was no possibility of him discarding that opportunity.

Some way or the other, Vivian would be used to his advantage.

"You’re right, that’s not the complete Umbrafyre curse haunting Vivian," Lady Morgana revealed, clicking her tongue. "I can’t quite explain it, but there’s a mix of something else that I can’t detect."

"That’s a lie," Soran said straightforwardly, his lips creeping into a knowing smirk. "You know exactly what it is and what it can be used for. You very well know that spell is being used by Alaric for a different purpose. To use Vivian as a key to the Old World."

Lady Morgana stomped forward, her gloved hands laced with a deathly aura of magic as she gripped Soran by the throat and lifted him off the ground effortlessly.

Soran struggled to breathe, choking slightly from her grip while she glowered up at him.

"I told you never to pursue that path ever again!" Lady Morgana yelled, her grip tightening. "I forbid you from researching anything related to the Old World, Soran! If you dabble in this one more time, I will have you stripped of all your magical energy and exiled!"

To Soran, her words were cruel, thoughtless, and inconsiderate.

"You...may...have given...up," Soran struggled to speak, his windpipe on the verge of being crushed as the air from his lungs seemed to rush out. "But...I...always wanted...to...go...home."

On the other hand, well into an hour after their lovemaking, Ronan’s knot finally deflated, and he slowly slipped out of Vivian. The little wolf had fallen asleep long before, but now she groaned at the loss of him inside her.

She stirred, eyes fluttering open sleepily, to find herself completely naked and encased in Ronan’s arms. His hand reached for her cheek, gently caressing it, which she leaned into.

Vivian caught his gentle smile and warm gaze raking over her, and she noticed the orangish hue had returned to its usual amber colour without a glow.

Now, it was Ronan himself who gazed upon her.

Did that mean he was conscious of what happened the entire time and remembered every detail of it? If so, why didn’t he object to his Lycan mating with her?

"I can tell you have many questions brewing, sweetheart," Ronan guessed, rubbing slow circles on the small of her back. He bent his head down to whisper in her ear, "I assure you that I’ve been aware of everything since the moment I carried you into our chambers. Every sweet moan and wild scratch from you is clear in my memory."

Ronan’s husky voice seemed to set her heart into a flutter, staining her cheeks with that bashful pink she tried to hide by burying her face in his chest.

He rubbed his hand soothingly down her hair, clinging to her back, fingers carding through the wave strands.

"This time," Ronan murmured against her ear. "It wasn’t me or my Lycan; it was both of us combined."

That revelation made Vivian’s body shiver in good ways she never believed it could. Normally, she was more smitten with his Lycan half and was under the impression that it was the beast in control; now discovering that it was a shared control, she swallowed thickly.

How did Ronan... agree to reach such a point with her without objections?

"It’s because I realised something," Ronan interrupted her thoughts, as if reading the doubts piling in her mind. "I realised that if I make you mine completely, both myself and my Lycan will be bound by our bond to never hurt you."

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