The Cursed King's Rebel Mate

blood on the parchment of destiny, revealing the

true love and courage could break the chains imposed by ancestral traditions. The seasons had come and gone, bringing w

the great hall of the pack palace. This place, once witness to her triumphs, was now filled with an unspeakable unease. She felt deep within

, Adrien, the one she had once believed to be the exception to the implacable laws of fate. His features, o

h disappointment and curiosity. Adrien stood, his back straight, as if he embodied the implacable justi

arp voice. "For too long, I have borne the burden of lies

f. She looked around for the one who had been her confidant, her ally, and her love. Her eyes fell on another wolf, Liora, who

haking between anger and despair. "After all w

red in a cold tone: "The oaths of old no longer meant anything to me. True love is not born of obligation, Nyx, but

merciless tide. Liora's face, pale and trembling, froze in an indefinable expression between shame and resign

spered in the shadows. "The truth th

n made her voice sound foreign to herself. Adrien, without a backward glance, continued: "I announce to you, all of you here present, that I

e felt a wave of betrayal wash over her, as if every word Adrien spoke was driving the knife

ne, ignoring the pain he had just inflicted. "You've always been an

r, a physical pain that testified to a wound much deeper than that of the soul. It was then that, with a brutal gesture, Adrie

to silent rage. She tried to understand how everything she had hoped for, all the vows of love they had exchang

this broken union. While she was in a small isolated clearing, far from prying eyes and rumors, she felt her body c

ght, caressing her belly with a tenderness mixed with despair. "I wanted o

rably linked to this child, the product of a betrayal that left her helpless. The pain turned into a new determina

the great square, under a stormy sky, the elders gathered to judge the situation. Nyx stood there, his face

e voice, his words resonating like final sentences. "But know tha

ompassion for the young woman and those who condemned her fate. The judgments became severe, and N

perate rhythm. She stood up, her voice trembling, and said: "I never wanted to betray you, nor disappoint you. My heart, in spite of everything, c

mpathy, while others, frozen in judgment, could not hold back their disapproval. But in that moment of vulnera

r like a silent prison. The sidelong glances, the whispers in the hallways, all bore witness to the scandal that now surrounde

f the night air seemed to mirror the bitterness in her heart, and each step brought her closer to the unknown. She did not kn

th, "I am leaving to find freedom, far from thos

, each of their gleams a reflection of a broken dream. The road stretched before her, long and uncertain, but Nyx, despite her pain, knew that she had to mov

r in the heart of a dense forest, she devoted herself entirely to the life she carried within her. Every moment was a battle

g words of love to the child she had never chosen, but had grown to cherish. "I promise you," she whispered, "that I will never

n the night wind, carrying with them the strength

ew path away from the accusing glances and whispers of the pack. Each dawn was a victory over the past, a new pa

the forest, she rediscovered herself, learning to listen to the song of the wind and the whisper of the trees that seemed to tell her

cool, damp ground was a declaration of war against the injustice of betrayal, a silent oath that she would pr

if the pain persisted like a gaping wound, she knew deep down that by getting back up, by raising her child in love and freed

s an uncertain future, guided by the flickering light of a reborn hope and by