Luna of the Cursed Alpha King (Helga and Siegren)

"WHAT'S WRONG?" Helga blinked as she regained her wits and stared in shock at the sight of Siegren standing in front of

that he entered the room. "Is there her, voncern written all over his face. She was so lost in thought that she didn't re something wrong? Did that bastard say or do something to you?

Her head shook slightly, a forced smile appearing on her lips as he took his hard in hers. She gave it a light squeeze, trying to assure him that she was hine. But Siegren could sense that something was weighing on her mind, which is why he sat down beside her and gently cupped her cheeks. He then brushed aside a stray lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Leaning closer, le pressed a tender kiss againts her forehead, his lips leaving a warm imprint on her heated skin. "Tell me what Ezra said to you." Siegren said, his voice gentle, "I could tell you were bothered by something so, I'm sure whatever it was, you wouldn't hesitate to share it."

"It wasn't a big deal. He simply apologized and wished me well in life. It was unexpected to see the person Ezra used to be." Helga gave a small shrug, but deep down, that wasn't the real issue that was troubling her. Once Ezra left, her thoughts. returned to the conversation she had been having with her mate before they entered his study.

It felt like it was only a matter of time until her other secret was exposed and Siegren discovered her witch heritage. She was

them due to an scared, especially when she knew that he had a strong dislike for witches, fueled by his prejudice against ancient curse inflicted upon their family centuries ago.

"Is that really it?" Siegren asked, and Helga just nodded before leaning her head against his shoulder.

es, also I was relieved knowing Miranda and Ezra wouldn't cause any more trouble for me," she said as she debated whether to inquire about Gabriel because she wanted to pick up where they had left off in their previous conversation. But she worried that if she brought it up now, it would seem too eager and raise suspicion about her interest in him. "How did Ezra convince Miranda anyway?" she asked instead to make it less suspicious.

"Well, we used his injury to deceive her," Siegren replied, his voice laced with seriousness as he elaborated on the details of how they managed to deceive Miranda. Helga listened intently, her heart aching for the unsuspecting woman they had manipulated and betrayed. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for Miranda, who believed she would soon be freed from the dungeon and have a chance to start over with Ezra. Little did she know, it was all a cruel deception just so they could get some information about the warlock. Helga's conscience tugged at her, but she couldn't ignore the overwhelming sense of satisfaction she felt from Miranda's downfall. The karma and twisted sense of justice made her feel like a bad person. Despite her initial desire to give Miranda a second chance, Helga knew deep down that nothing good would come of it. Miranda was a vindictive woman, capable of seeking revenge on anyone who wronged her, and Helga didn't want to be a target. No amount of freedom could change the kind of person Miranda was-remorseless, and willing to hurt anyone who dared stand in her way. "Do yo

you feel bad about her?" Siegren's question caught Helga off guard, causing her to sit up straight and meet his gaze. Their eyes stayed locked on each other as she considered her answer.

"I would be lying if I said no, but that's her karma, and she knew what was coming to her when she chose to deceive everyone by changing her appearance." she shrugged, swallowing hard before mustering the courage to continue their topic earlier... "Anyway, what's your next move? When are you planning to start your search for the warlock?" "Miranda was currently sharing her description of the warlock with someone who was now frantically sketching it out. Once the drawing was complete. I would arrange a meeting with the royal guards and send them on a mission to find Garbriel, he explained as he used his finger to draw circles on Helga's palm.

Can I see the end result once it's completed? I'm curious to know what he looks like," she said, hoping her request didn't come across as odd.

"All right," Siegren nodded before planting a kiss on her forehead and smiling at each other. "Once we find him, all we have to problemn is facing the delegation of Narva." 12:42 Fri, Oct 18 Chapter 92

"What will you do once you track down the warlock? Since he's om Narva, doesn't that mean he has nothing to do with Sorenne? Are you going to kill him if it turns out he is not her descendant?" Helga asked. Despite her best efforts, she found herself unable to contain her duriosity and ended up bombarding her husband with questions. However, she was relieved to see that he didn't seem bothered by her intense interest in the subject.

"I also considered that possibility, but it's been so many years since Sorenne's time. There's a chance that her descendants may have migrated to other countries by now," Siegren trailed of, sighing and massaging his temple. "Honestly, I just want to give up on finding a cure for this curse. It has felt like an impossible task since the beginning anyway. I don't know if there's even any point in trying."This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Helga pursed her lips, debating whether or not to reveal her true identity as the daughter of a grand witch. She couldn't help but wonder if her mother held any information that could help them in their current situation. Being from a family of powerful witches, there was a strong likelihood that her mother had access to valuable knowledge. But the problem is, she had no idea if she was still alive.

"What's wrong?" Siegren noticed the troubled expression on Helga's face and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "What's on your mind?"

"Well...." Helga's words faltered as her heart raced with fear. Her mind was full of different scenarios, ranging from the worst possible outcome to the best one she could hope for, she couldn't predict how Siegren would react. She knew how deeply he loved him, and he might accept the truth with open arms, but it was still nerve-wracking to consider confessing her and her mother's secret. "Don't give up. Who knows? The warlock may be the one with the power to break your curse." she said, her voice as soft and gentle as a light smile playing on her lips. She then leaned her head against his shoulder again and wrapped her arms around his strong torso, seeking comfort and reassurance in his embrace. At this moment, she craved the warmth of his. touch to calm the anxiety that threatened to consume her. As a result, Siegren smiled and soothingly rubbed her hands, his head resting gently on hers as they both basked in the peacefulness of their surroundings. Chapter 93