Chapter 132
I was sitting on the edge of my seat as he kept narrating with a faraway look in his eyes.
“Back in those days, Selene was far more approachable. She was a lesser Goddess whom we could
meet easily. The fact that she created us was also a bonus. Lastly, I being the Lycan King and
to report about the progress and the death toll though she was not really interested in thetter.”
My jaw dropped at that. “You have met Goddess Selene?”
“In the flesh though I am not sure if Gods and Goddesses have a heart.” He replied though there was
no admiration in his voice. In fact, there was scorn in his tone as he spoke about her.
“Initially, the power and strength flowing through me gave me a certain adrenaline rush as I would kill
the mages and witches easily. The proud smile on her face, when I would report that we had thwarted
the enemy and infiltrated their ranks, would motivate me to keep pushing myself. At first, I was just an
ordinary soldier but the need to please her made me be bolder and crueler. Soon, I began leading
small groups to deviously trick the wizards and kill them, using not just strength but tactic as well.”
I nervously bit on my lower lip as he continued, “But soon I found myself feeling it increasingly difficult
to fall asleep. The screams and cries of the enemy I killed would ring in my ears 24/7. After the first few
weeks, killing people began to haunt me instead of giving me joy. I began to loathe myself and the
person I was bing. Selene however was pleased by my contribution, saw the earlier spark in my
eyes, and promoted me to be her direct subordinate. I should have rejoiced and celebrated that I
quickly climbed up the ranks but I began to hate it. I could not live like that anymore”
He took a pause and looked at me as he asked, “Funny right? You would think that the lycan King is
too strong and too cruel to be affected by killing. You must be thinking I am such a coward right now.”
My silence had probably made him doubt himself.
“What? No! Why would I even think that? It only shows that you have a heart…and a conscience.”
Cahan scoffed, “Though I must admit, the pain of myrades
affected me more than that of the enemy. I began to loathe the mindless killing so one day I decided to
do something about it.”
“You…stopped fighting?” I asked.
Cahan shook his head. “I could not disobey my superior’s direct orders. I was manufactured for
killing so I had to inform her of my stance and hoped that she would take note of my plight.” ·
His shoulders ‘sagged and I could get a sense of what must have . happened.
“One such day when I was supposed to give her the weekly report, I pleaded with Selene to enter a
truce with Mirabel. Mirabel was a powerful sorceress but she was still a human. Selene was a lesser
Goddess so she could not digest the fact that a mere human was giving her a tough time. It was hurting
her self-esteem. She had to prove it to her father that she was worthy of being a true Goddess and take
the moon throne that was truly hers, ording to her, at least.”
“So, you…I mean Goddess Selene chose violence?”
Cahan finished the whisky in his ss and poured himself one more drink.
“She was adamant that we could win against the witch and prove her worth to her father. And Mirabel
was the only one standing in her way.”
I looked up so fast at that line that I almost snapped my neck.
“Her father? You’ve met Selene’s father as well?”
Cahan shook his head, “No, I haven’t. Nor do I care. I was only allowed to meet Selene since she
was my direct superior. She wanted to rule the earth and get her status elevated to a true Goddess.
Her father could do that, crown her as the moon Goddess. She already had created us so she had
followers and worshippers as well. It was supposed to be easy but it was not. Eventually, that did
happen…however, I paid the price for it.”
He answered, downing the ss of whisky in one go. He began to reach for the next but I stopped him.
“Cal, stop. You have to stay sober and sane. You have had enough drinks.”
He snorted, a pained smile appearing on his lips. “The only reason I could tell you all this is because I
am drinking. That way, I can tell myself that I did it under the influence of alcohol. Or the guilt would eat
me alive.”
I could not even imagine how he lived so far while keeping all of this to himself. I had had trouble falling
asleep after my mother’s death and even Luna Celeste’s torture used to give me nightmares. And here
Cahan was subjected to cruelty by the very Goddess who was supposed to look after him.
How had Cahan not gone insane with all that weight on his shoulders? He was the one sharing his
story with me but I felt as if I was the one whose heart was being squeezed by someone.
I got up from my chair and held his hand, stopping him from lifting the bottle again. My palm rested on
his as he looked at me with a grief stricken face.
“Please Cal, I understand you are in pain. I can see it on your face. But, I cannot see you breaking
down like this.”
Cahan gritted his teeth. “If you want to hear the rest of the story, you have to let me drink. Because I
do not want to handle the pain while being sober. I…I cannot lose you too, Zee.”
I squeezed his hand gently. “You are not losing me, Cal. I don’t care about the curse and how it would
affect me. I should have died the moment you shared your secret with me but I am still breathing,
right?”
His other hand reached for my cheek and his thumb stroked my skin gently.
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“If anything happens to you because I shared all this with you, I would not be able to forgive myself,
Zee.”
At that line, the anchor bond tugged at me. My gaze flew to my wrist as I felt a tingling sensation where
our bond was located.
“What happened?” He asked, sounding rmed.
I raised the wrist to show it to him. “This bond of ours….whenever you experience a spike in emotions,
I feel it. Not just there…” I pointed at my wrist and then turned the same finger toward my heart.
“….but also here.”
“I have already told you a lot, Zee. I should stop now.”
But I shook my head. “No, I want to know all of it. My faith in the moon Goddess might have shaken but
my faith in you still stands strong. I know you would not even have uttered a word to me if there was a
risk of anything happening to me. So clearly, there is either a loophole or you are hiding something
from me even now.”
I said it with a certainty I felt in my gut. Despite the pain in his voice, he smiled.
“You are smart, aren’t you?”
I jutted my chin up and replied, “I know you. You locked yourself up in the room and kept asking me to
leave when you thought you were losing control of your lycan. You tried to run away from me while you
still could. So, you would never ever willingly do something if it would hurt me.”
Cahan shrugged, “Well, I saw the three Goddess of Fate at the ritual. Well, their… statues. And for
the first time in forever, I sincerely prayed to them to not let the curse affect you.”
“You…you prayed?” I asked, shock and disbelief apparent in my voice.
“Surprised I turned into a believer from an atheist?”
“Surprised that you did that for me.”
“I…just thought maybe the Goddesses of fate could change something Selene subjected me to. Only
some divine power could do that I hoped. And I am d that they fulfilled my wish.”
Maybe, I should go back to the statues and pray to them to take the curse offpletely. However, I
doubt it would be that easy. They did not change the curse in its essence as Cahan is the bearer of
the curse, not
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I was not sure if fate was powerful enough to defy the wishes of a Goddess….a true Goddess as
Cahan told me. My mind was churning with possibilities of how to break this curse and just trying to
hold on to stray threads.
“Still want me to continue?” Cahan asked, dragging me out of my thoughts.
My voice was barely a whisper, “Yes”
“Then I have to have that drink. I need it to talk about the thing I am about to tell you.’