Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 87: Love never cured a Lycan’s curse

Chapter 87: Love never cured a Lycan’s curse

Normally, Vivian detested the touch of others. Even if it was Lady Morgana who didn’t possess any malicious intentions, nor was she entirely uncomfortable, she wasn’t in a coherent state of mind to argue with the Coven Leader.

And Lady Morgana, considerate of the negative outcomes, was almost tempted to cast a sleep spell on Vivian and refuse her the right to visit Ronan in his untamed state.

However, the Coven Leader reminded herself that it wasn’t her place to intervene.

She should refrain from making decisions for Vivian.

The she-wolf was awfully silent for the duration that they walked to the temporary holding cell beneath the mansion where Ronan was detained. When they drew closer to his cell, Vivian jolted up in Lady Morgana’s arms.

She didn’t give the Coven Leader much of an opportunity to carefully set her on her feet; instead, she scrambled out of the taller woman’s arms, nearly stumbling over. Lady Morgana reached for her, but Vivian already made it to Ronan’s cell.

Vivian gripped the iron bars of the cell tightly, peering into the darkness and shadows where Ronan’s beastly form lay out of sight. She could hear his distinct growls; they sounded hostile and rage-filled.

And the only thing she could see clearly in the darkness was the piercing, bright, glowing aura of his golden amber eyes.

His eyes have changed back... Lady Morgana assessed, recalling that earlier Ronan’s eyes morphed into a pitch black colour. Dark and black as evil itself. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious.

"Vivian, don’t get too close; it’s not safe," Lady Morgana advised, placing her arm around Vivian’s shoulder protectively. "He’s not in his right state of mind."

Ronan, despite his out-of-control state, scented Vivian immediately. His nostrils flared, searching for her instantly as he forced his body up, breaking through the magical restraints Lady Morgana cast on him with surprising strength.

The Coven Leader’s eyes flew wide open in bewilderment. Earlier, Ronan was devoid of the strength and ability to shatter her restraints. Yet now, when Vivian arrived, the Lycan Alpha was more alert than ever, and his physical strength increased.

Vivian outstretched her hand through the cell bars, beckoning Ronan to come to her. Lady Morgana stared mortified, swiftly reaching to pull back Vivian’s arm when the Lycan Alpha charged forward like a beast in heightened madness towards the cell bars.

"Vivian, don’t!" Lady Morgana exclaimed, going into a state of hysteria because of Ronan’s hostile approach, but Vivian stood her ground.

Her emerald eyes narrowed as she anticipated his arrival.

Ronan’s canines gnashed together, and his face contorted with danger as he charged forward without control. Vivian didn’t even flinch one bit from his approaching beastly form, holding out her hand to touch him.

When Ronan reached the cell bars, he skidded to a firm halt, and all the rage in his tense, twisted expression vanished within a second. He nuzzled his snout into Vivian’s palm, rubbing his furry face against her skin.

The residues of darkness swirling at the corners of his eyes dissipated completely without any traces.

In all her years of friendship with Ronan and her association with the Wolfsbane Clan, Lady Morgana had never witnessed a Lycan’s fated mate successfully taming their Lycan Alpha.

It always ended in the same tragic and unfortunate way.

It always ended with the fated mate being devoured the second their Lycan Alpha abandoned all sense of reason and humanity and embraced the darkness of the curse within them.

"How..." Lady Morgana withdrew her hand, eyes glued to the peaceful exchange between Vivian and Ronan. "What is so different about you, Vivian?" She mumbled, taking a few steps back to lean against the wall opposite the holding cell. "No matter which way I look at it...aren’t you just an ordinary Omega with a curse of her own?"

When Ronan scented Vivian, his mind, which had been under the dark control of his curse, found its harmony again. He couldn’t even remember the brutal outburst that took over him earlier, nor the damages that he’d caused.

All he knew for certain was that he’d been completely relieved to see Vivian unharmed. His mind, which was at unrest alongside the curse’s control, settled after seeing her soft smile and emerald eyes twinkling at him softly.

Ronan didn’t think twice, nor did he hesitate to go to her, even if it exhausted every muscle and limb to forcibly shatter Lady Morgana’s magical restraints. He felt a sharp jolt of electricity surge through his body when he broke the restraints, but it was insignificant to his raw need to feel Vivian’s touch.

Ronan Wolfsbane didn’t understand the emotions coiling around his heart like a snare trapping him in something that would eventually come back to bite him in the end.

After all, this was how it always began.

A Lycan Alpha would fall in love unconditionally with his fated mate and then be driven to complete, dangerous madness with no chance of return.

Love was never the cure needed for a Lycan Alpha’s curse.

Instead, it always ignited the sparks of the dying embers, fuelling a Lycan’s curse.

Little would both of them know that this was the start of their impending doom and tragedy.

Just like the fated mates who came before her, Vivian was going to be devoured by Ronan if it wasn’t her own wicked curse that killed her first.

Yet Ronan was blinded by the start of affection for Vivian and wasn’t the least bit bothered by the outcomes of the sparks between them.

And Lady Morgana, who’d witnessed far too much of that very tragedy that fated mates faced cruelly, did not gaze upon the scene favourably. Yet she was conflicted between letting her old friend indulge in love, which he’d never experienced before, and her dutiful responsibility to ensure the curse didn’t consume him whole.

Some way or another, now it became necessary for her to intervene.

This does not bode well for you or her, Ronan. Lady Morgana contemplated; her expression pained as she observed Ronan with sorrow clouding her magenta eyes. I cannot watch you become a mad beast as the leader of the Lycans who depend on you with everything they have.

With unease rising in her chest, Lady Morgana flicked her coat and shortly took her leave. She nodded an unspoken command to the Wickan guards on duty and departed.

Vivian cupped Ronan’s face and rubbed her cheek against his, her arms moving to wrap around his neck through the cell bars. A low rumble emanated from his throat, a sound of bliss from her touch.

"What happened, Ronan?" Vivian asked worriedly, her lips tightening into a thin life. "I heard a few details from Lady Morgana, but she did not tell me much. Did this happen because you were... angry that I disappeared?"

Ronan shook his head, reaching out his claw through the cell bars to gently cup her cheek.

"I was worried out of my mind, Vivi." Ronan spoke in a light, feathery tone that was low and soothing, a contrast to his Lycan beast’s usually gruff and deep voice. "I thought I lost you again."

Ronan would never forget the haunting moment when Vivian was right within his arm’s reach but couldn’t grab her quick enough.

Twice now, he’d failed her.

Vivian knew all too well that Ronan would never forgive himself if she exposed the fact that she’d been in Alaric’s clutches once more. Not that she’d revealed Alaric’s involvement the first time she was captured, but revealing both incidents now would only make matters worse.

She briefly explained the anomaly of the Mirror World and the active rune circle, which she stumbled into after chasing her inner wolf. She described the eerie and dark atmosphere of the Mirror World, still trembling at the thought of being in its space.

If that was the intensity of the Mirror World, a realm that was but a reflection and surface, what was the true Old World like? Was it any different from Hell?

"You saw your inner wolf?" Ronan’s eyes lit up hopefully, somewhat pleased to hear that Vivian had even connected with her inner wolf somehow. "Perhaps our mating... restored some part of the connection." The Lycan Alpha assumed, his claws coursing through Vivian’s hair gently.

"She disappeared just before Soran arrived," Vivian said, her expression falling. "I wonder if I will see her again."

Ronan’s gaze darkened upon the mention of Soran warily.

There was something about the Wickan that didn’t sit well with Ronan.

"I want you to stay away from Soran," Ronan warned with a grave tone, eyes flashing dangerously. "If he ever comes near you again, I will rip his throat out."