Capítulo 15: Chapter Fifteen
"Let go of me, Ethan!" Ariana's voice carried a mixture of urgency and frustration, the plea lingering in the air like an unanswered question.
Ethan's grip tightened, his fingers leaving an imprint on her skin like a haunting memory, his voice dripping with a cold determination that sought to assert dominance over Ariana's struggle, "You forget your place, Ariana," he asserted.
His tone grew colder, his words cutting like shards of ice. "You're my property, and I determine the boundaries of your duties!"
Ariana's movements were a desperate ballet, each twist and turn an attempt to slip from Ethan's grasp. The scent of candle wax hung heavy as she fought against the encroaching warmth of his breath on her skin. The air crackled with tension, shadows of their struggle cast upon the walls like spectral echoes.
Ariana scoffed, and a bitter laugh escaped her. Her voice, though strained, held a steely resolve. "I am not a possession, Ethan. My destiny is mine to forge, not yours to manipulate." Her limbs thrashed against the forces that held her captive.
Ethan's tone turned colder, "This resistance is futile," fueled by a surge of dominance, he crashed his lips onto her once more.
"You can't escape, Ariana," Ethan's voice, muffled by the force of the kiss, sent shivers down her spine.
As Ariana strained against Ethan's grip, a special night unfolded, the once-bright moon, like a shy performer stepping into the spotlight, began to dim. A gentle shadow, like a delicate veil, crept over its surface, signaling the start of the lunar eclipse.
As the lunar eclipse painted the sky in hues of shadow, Ethan felt a peculiar sensation coursing through him and a delicate pattern emerged on his fur like a ghostly tattoo, a mysterious mark that only revealed itself during the eclipse—The Mark of Shadows, imprinted into Ethan's fur with a scorching heat.
Unbeknownst to Ariana, It was a manifestation point for a curse that bound Ethan to the threads of fate. —the 'The Bloodmoon curse' a curse born of forbidden desires—a reminder of his insatiable hunger for power and the price he paid for defying the sacred balance. Proof that some sins transcend the boundaries of mortal existence.
Ethan's grasp tightened involuntarily, controlled by forces beyond his grasp, and his Veins pulsed with a sickly glow. Ariana's desperate attempts to liberate herself from his grip coincided with Ethan's agonizing howl, a loud cry of suffering that reverberated through the chamber.
Ariana, with a final surge of strength, broke free from Ethan's grasp, and a loud cry escaped him. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving with the strain of the struggle. Moonlight spilled through the chamber's windows, casting an ethereal glow. She took a step back, eyes locked with Alpha Ethan, who stood there, marked by shadows and the weight of curses, tense silence hung in the air, broken only by the soft echo of their labored breaths. Ariana, with a mixture of fear and bewilderment, finally spoke, her words cutting through the charged stillness.
"Are you okay? What... what just happened?"
Ethan let out another scream of anguish, torn from the depths of his soul, and resonated with an unearthly agony. His body convulsed with the strain of the curse's manifestation.
"It's the Blooded Moon Curse, a burden I've carried for far too long." His voice, laden with the weight of centuries-old sorrows, carried the resonance of a man tethered to forces beyond his control.
Terrified and paralyzed by the sheer physicality of the curse's release, Ariana fled the chamber. The air, heavy with the scent of torment, bore witness to a stark and raw portrayal of a once-mighty Alpha not in command, but in chains of his own making—chains that lashed out with every pulsating beat of the curse. As the lunar eclipse continued its celestial journey, Ethan was now left in this pain that would last for the next four days.
As Ariana fled the chamber, her breaths ragged with a mix of fear and confusion, she stumbled back into the refuge of her own room. The moonlight painted a silvery sheen across familiar surroundings that now felt alien in the wake of the unearthly revelation.
Closing the door behind her, Ariana pressed her back against it, the cool wood offering a fleeting sense of comfort, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. The revelations about Ethan's curse reverberated in her thoughts like an otherworldly chant. The room, once a haven, now harbored an atmosphere charged with the supernatural and she could almost feel the lingering presence of the curse, an invisible shroud that clung to the corners.
In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, her eyes darted the room, clamoring for a distraction from this horror. The dusty journal resting on her desk seemed to beckon —the artifact she had unearthed from the hidden chamber. For a moment, she stood there, caught between the familiarity of her room and the unreality of the supernatural.
Ariana's hands trembled. With hesitant steps, she approached the desk where the journal lay, its pages worn out. The scent of aged paper mingled with the faint aroma of secrets long kept. She sank into a chair, her fingers traced the faded ink, and the entries unfolded,—
*Journal Entry-Crescent Renewal, Year Of The Torn Bond
As the first cries of my newborn echoed within the cold stone walls, I held her close, a fragile promise of a future I dared not imagine. Her tiny fingers grasped at the air, a futile attempt to cling to the warmth and safety that were already slipping away.
As dawn painted the sky, cradling the newborn in my arms, I noticed a unique birthmark on her skin, a silent promise of destiny's intricate design. The midwife entered to perform routine checks, her gaze lingered upon the birthmark, a fleeting acknowledgment of the extraordinary in the midst of the ordinary. Unspoken words passed between us, a silent understanding that some things defied the confines of explanation.
In the secrecy of that birthing chamber, a celestial secret adorned my daughter's skin, a mark that would one day become both her shield and her beacon.*
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