Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate
Chapter 250: Broken Memories

Chapter 250: Broken Memories

A gust of wind engulfed them both whispering about the breaking of the curse that had plagued them and their pack. It was done, they had successfully journeyed to this strange part of their world and lifted the curse.

Their eyes dazed as the wind carried images of how they had suffered, how their pack members had suffered, how the hearts of people around her had been hardened.

Cassandra understood now why Tholarian and Stephanie treated her the way they did. Their callousness towards her made sense to her. It was all her real father’s doing.

Siroos was having it worse. He sat so still, coiled into himself, lost and vulnerable as memory after memory of what he had been made to endure returned to him.

Of what she was forced to battle and witness. It wrecked his heart.

The wind swirled away and headed in the direction where the pack was situated. Carrying with it the essence of hope, all was going to be well.

But all of Cassandra’s attention was on her receding mate. She instantly straightened up as the bond rippled with tension. It pained and squeaked and she felt herself shaking as she could feel what Siroos felt.

He appeared so utterly broken, the tortured expressions on his face slashed Cassandra’s heart open.

Cassandra worriedly reached out for Siroos, she understood what had happened. The memory she had tried to conceal from him had been revealed.

"Siro..." she painfully called, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into her. He hugged her in desperation, resentment, trembling from the anger that was bubbling inside of him like lava in an active volcano.

His head rested between her soft chest as his hands went around her back and he clung to her and closed his eyes. Trying to blink away that horrible memory.

It crawled through his nerves, singing his whole body like pangs of electricity. He could remember that horrible stench, his screams, her screams.

The smug face of Kalthian, blank expressions of other gods as they just silently watched.

Especially her so-called biggest disappointment of a father.

The one who ordered for him to be put through that humiliation.

What was their crime?

Falling in love.

Why was that considered so wrong?

What hurt him more was not the fact that they burnt him alive, it was how they did it in front of her and made her watch.

Her desperation.

Her pleas.

Her tears.

Her raw anguish.

Her screams.

They were wretchedly torturous. He could sense that moment as if it was yesterday when that wretched low-lifer Kalthian burnt him alive.

Siroos closed his eyes and tightened his jaw so much that Cassandra was afraid his teeth might fall off. His hands held her in a tight grip, not wishing to let go. His spirits painfully howled inside his head, especially Duskborn, he was beyond furious.

Siroos’s voice dragged out shaking and like a low painful grunt.

"I am sorry they made you watch. I am going to give a slow painful death to Kalthian. Even his spirit will find no place to rest, I will ensure that."

Cassandra threaded her hands in his luscious curls, placed a love-filled tender kiss on his head and let her lips rest there as she avowed with her eyes intensifying as rage stood prominent in them.

"And this time I will watch, not only watch, I will relish in that moment and I will cheer when Duskborn will finally burn him."

Siroos only lifted his gaze to connect with hers. The pupils had tinted blood for Duskborn was in rage.

They silently watched each other, the nest and the surroundings disappeared around them. The bond sizzled between them, carrying her assurance and love which wrapped around him in invisible delicate threads, brimming his heart, calming that uncontrollable anger that was consuming him like wildfire.

Her hands slid to his face and her thumbs made gentle circles on his rugged deep cut cheeks.

Siroos closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, controlling the unrelenting beats of his heart. The hurt subsided slightly.

He slowly and carefully asked.

"Was that the memory you hid from me?"

Cassandra silently nodded and shifted her hands back into his hair. She raked her fingers through them as a wounded smile crept over her lips.

"I didn’t wish for you to be hurt over it."

Siroos closed his eyes again and shook his head. "The only thing that is hurting me is how they caused you torturous pain. Killing Kalthian and bringing his head as a reward for you will ease this storm that has been caused in my heart. I will gladly place it in your feet or hang it in front of our dwelling so everyone could see."

Cassandra wickedly smiled at his suggestions. The goddess of love possessed no affections for the god of fire. She resented him and her father.

Pressing forward she placed a determined kiss in the middle of his forehead and ominously whispered.

"I can’t wait."

Siroos nuzzled back into her soft chest, his safe space. The calmness washed over him like spring flowers. He let his mind calm down as she stroked his hair. Not only did that memory disturb his peace of mind but also the memories of his previous lives where he would be reborn and die of a broken heart without ever finding his mate. The question left his lips before he could stop himself.

"What did they do after they burnt me?"

Cassandra’s hands halted in his hair and she pressed his face further into her softness. But her face had hardened as those harrowingly agonising memories rippled through her.

"I was imprisoned. That plant which always bloomed with a flower before your rebirth had grown from my tears. I was trying to hold onto a piece of you, any piece would do. They finally let me be reborn after 500 years and now here we are," Cassandra explained with a shudder, remembering that dark time.

Kalthian always used to come and taunt her, rub it in her face how her lover was suffering. The shackles she wore and the magic that they buried, everything was so raw in her mind. Those times were the darkest in Asara’s life but she never lost hope and kept the flame of love alive in her heart.

She knew that one day her love would prevail and it did. She was back in his arms after overcoming every obstacle placed in their path, no matter how daunting or relentless.

Siroos’s body stiffened from what she had revealed. He had thought of those moments but hearing from his mate made them so much more real. Sensing his hurt creep into her heart through the bond like poison, Cassandra kissed him again, placing her hand on his chest. Her infinite love seeped into his pores and blanketed and strengthened his beautiful heart.

"It’s fine, Siro. It has only made us stronger." Cassandra healed his heart and focused her magic on keeping him calm and surreal.

"Let’s not sour our mood any further because of dumb shits. It’s our moment and I am not going to let them ruin it. I am going to clean you up and then we will eat and drink that wine Riemc has left us. Later I will give you a massage. We can cuddle here." Siroos stood up and Cassandra almost screamed from the loss of touch. He felt her disappointment and turned

There was a subtle grin playing on his lips now.

"Just a little patience."

She half-heartedly nodded.

Siroos cleaned himself first and then went for his mate. He wished to be immaculate when he returned to her.

The wind was picking up and soon it would be dawn. Siroos brought the bowl of water with a fresh washcloth and placed it beside her. Picking up the pillows, Siroos made his mate comfortable and told her to lean back and be at ease. The goddess propped herself on her elbows and laid down.

Siroos dipped the cloth in the warm water and wrung it, extracting extra water. Duskborn had helped in making the water lukewarm.

"Open your legs," he instructed, gently holding her thigh. She did as asked without any hesitation. Blood and her essence stuck to her folds and inner thighs. Gently Siroos got to work and began to wipe away.

"It hurts?" He asked carefully. The veins stood prominent against his bronzed skin.

"A slight ache, nothing I can’t handle," Cassandra observed how meticulously and carefully he cleaned her with lines of concentration appearing on his forehead. Every time he dipped the washcloth into the water it magically got cleaned and any traces of blood and other fluids disappeared. The bowl had been enchanted to self-clean.

Once he was satisfied and Cassandra was unsmudged, Siroos put the bowl away and they changed the sheets. Putting the fresh ones. He then wrapped her in a fur-open gown and brought food and wine so they could relax and dine.