The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 79

VALERIA

«Eneara, I have never regretted a decision so deeply. My whims brought terrible consequences to the world and to your fragile body.

Your desire to be a mother—I will fulfill it. I will create three special treasures for you. Thank you for showing me freedom through your eyes.»

“This is part of the passage you deciphered at the Altar,” Quinn says as the three of us sit inside the castle library.

“I know, but I still didn’t understand a thing,” I admit, seated across from them with a long table between us.

“As I understand it, it speaks of the emergence of the first supernatural creatures. According to the legends, Eneara was the vessel for the Moon Goddess when she came to explore the mortal realm,” Celine explains, and Quinn nods.

They seem like two brainiacs, bookworms, real overachievers—and that’s a good thing.

“However, this much is clear. According to the legend, Eneara, with the remaining power of the Goddess flowing through her veins, gave birth to the first Lycan, Witch, and Vampire—the original beings who later continued the bloodlines,” Celine adds.

I’ve heard that story before; they’ve been telling it to us since we were kids. But I’ve always thought it was just a legend.

“So all these races were born from the Goddess’s powers? Why do we seem like enemies now? What caused the division between the Dark Realm and the Werewolves?”

“It wasn’t always like that,” Celine responds.

“The entire realm was united. We are all children of the night, creatures under the Goddess’s guidance. However, wars and disputes arose—everyone wanted control of the realm, and it eventually fractured.”

I nod, understanding the point. From siblings, we became sworn enemies.

“But there’s one part here that I don’t understand at all,” Quinn says, frowning as he reads from the paper:

«Goddess of my heart, I would give my life a thousand times over if necessary for you. I regret nothing.

When I thought I couldn’t be happier with my three little ones, Juno filled my womb. I leave in peace knowing I created something far too special.

She is the most powerful of all. If you ever wish to see the world as mortals again, Juno or her descendants will be waiting for you.»

“It seems to speak of a fourth child, someone named Juno. What other supernatural being could she be? It says she’s the most powerful of all,” I ask, but they exchange uncertain looks.

“I’ve spent a lot of time locked away in the library, combing through every manuscript. The only thing I found that caught my attention was a testimony from a Lycan ancestor who wrote about a mysterious, special woman:

«…When I thought the Goddess had abandoned us and my faith was fading, she answered our prayers. That beautiful woman—I’ll never forget her, even if I live a thousand years.

She pierced the hearts of specters, absorbed the darkness, freed us from chains, ran with our wolves under the moon, summoned mist like the vampires, and floated away, leaving only a trail of magic in the night…»

I listened to the description, and for some reason, chills ran down my spine as I saw the look in both their eyes.

“What? You can’t possibly think I’m…”

“You can summon the form of a she-wolf and communicate with Lycans and Werewolves. You also turn into that strange creature that’s more like a vampire. It seems you’ve made some kind of magic pact with the crows. And I think there are even more things about you we don’t know, right, Valeria?”

“Do you really have a curse, or do you lack a wolf spirit altogether?” Quinn suddenly asks, and I fall silent, doubting, processing all this information, afraid to reveal my deepest secrets.