Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 301: Triggering her powers

"Everything will be all right."

His grip on her tightened even more as he inhaled her scent and willed his own heart to believe the words—that everything would be fine. Her cries subsided a few minutes later, and she slowly went limp in his arms. He pulled her onto his lap as he sat back down to face Rylan, his arms still holding her protectively against him.

She had fallen asleep. He looked down at her flushed face and damp, long lashes that cast shadows over her red cheeks. He raised his hand and delicately wiped away the wetness on her cheeks, letting his fingers linger on her small nose as he traced his finger over it slowly, as if trying to memorize the shape and every perfect mold that made her features. He cradled her head against his chest and looked at Rylan, who was staring at him quietly.

Rylan couldn’t help but admire the relationship between them. He had seen how his parents cared for each other before everything ended in Gina, but the love they had was nothing compared to what he sensed from these two. He had never seen a couple so madly into each other, and it made him feel like he was missing out on life by not having that one person.

Since the day he arrived in Pendragon, he had avoided a certain princess, even though she had tried to talk to him. He had far more important things to do than think about settling down or having a woman—especially one he would barely have time for due to the responsibilities on his shoulders.

He had stayed back in Pendragon after the coronation under the pretense of handling personal matters, but in truth, he couldn’t afford to leave when their worst enemy still lurk in the shadows of unknown place and his only blood family could be a target to the enemy. He couldn’t waste the little time he had in Pendragon on a woman. His focus was on creating a safe place for his sister.

"I admire your love for her, and I’m glad she ended up with a man like you," he said quietly to Lucian, attempting a smile but failing. The weight of the situation made it impossible—he still had no way to fully ease his sister’s distress. The books they had gone through had offered no helpful insights into such nightmares she was experiencing. And even the repelling spell she wanted to perform won’t keep it away.

Lucian swallowed the lump in his throat before he spoke after a moment of silence.

"Do you have any idea what could be triggering this? Her powers are awakening against her will, and it has brought the Moon Goddess to finally notice her presence in my life. What can we do to lock it away forever?" he asked with a desperate note in his tone as he stared down at his wife’s sleeping face.

Though Lucian had not wanted to pay attention to it or acknowledge it, a few weeks after he marked her, he had begun to see memories of lives that were not his—or perhaps his in another lifetime. They had not mattered or been worth mentioning, but now he realized those things he’d seen would come back to haunt him.

He had seen a few of Roland’s memories and felt them. Yes, he had killed the daughter of the Moon Goddess, but he hadn’t known until it was done because she had taken the form of a small wolf cub that night. Roland had been told that only by killing the cub would he be granted his greatest desire—to live forever without aging. He hadn’t hesitated in hunting down the cub. It was only after she lay dead before his feet that she took on her true form, but it was too late to take back what he did as she already laid dead before him.

What was done was done. He had been granted his desires, which came with a curse. Roland had not taken the curse seriously when it came upon him because Rosette had been in his life then. He had thought he was immortal and that his life would be wonderful with the woman he loved.

Not until Rosette knew what he had done, and they had their first-ever heated argument after their marriage. And on that same day, they had been faced with the Night Creatures’ War, where he had been killed, even though he thought he was immortal. He had died at the hands of the night creature.

And Rosette... she had given her life to end the battle and lock the night creatures away while also casting a spell that would never bring her back to life again.

His curse had started from there. He had lived many lifetimes without her and had been miserable in all of them until he met his end after so much suffering—until this life, where he had a wonderful mother who had brought his other half back to him...

Lucian’s thoughts were cut short when Rylan’s voice came after he was silent and had his eyes closed to look for a solution for the matter at hand.

"I spoke to Heaven through a telepathy spell just now. She told me she had been against Princess Lyria messing with fate and didn’t believe bringing back Rosette would be a good idea, but she did it anyway," Rylan said with a deep sigh. "She refused to offer me any help when I asked what I could do for my sister, but she said Ave would be fine as long as her powers remained dormant. Her powers made her who she was before.

Right now, the only way to stop her from experiencing all of that again is to figure out what’s triggering her powers—and put an end to it."

"What could be triggering it?" Lucian asked, his voice laced with unconcealed concern.

"Only one thing can trigger the Rosa that has lain dormant—a dark witch’s spell. Rosa is pure power, and the slightest touch of dark magic can awaken it. If someone has cast a dark spell near her or on her, it could be forcing her powers to stir. And once they fully awaken... there will be no turning back because she will be the woman she once was before her rebirth."

Lucian’s arms tightened around her as his eyes darkened. "Who would dare cast a dark spell on her or near her?"

"That is what we have to find out before it becomes too late to reverse."

"She’s already going through the stress of carrying my child, and now this... I will kill whoever is behind this with my bare hands when I find them," Lucian gritted through clenched teeth. Meanwhile, Rylan’s eyes slightly rounded at something else he said.

"My sister is pregnant?"

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The cave was as dark and ominous as the gate of hell. No normal person would set foot in such a place, where real shadows danced on the ground like ghosts. Dark evil laughter could be heard from inside the ominous cave that was nestled between the forest and the dark mountains. The crescent moon hung in the night sky above the cave, where the maliciouse laughter continued on, startling the resting birds from the forest trees.

While the outside was dark and ominous, the inside was pure evil, with dancing fire burning in the middle of it, where three women sat before it.

One of the women sat on one side of the fire, looking down at something, her wild, dark, unkempt hair falling down her face, concealing the hideous angles of her once beautiful face. However, when she threw her head back and let out a humorless laugh, the golden glow of the burning fire revealed her dark fangs and white-ringed eyes with a hint of red in them.

"Are you certain you want us to continue doing this, Your Grace?" asked one of the women sitting across from the laughing woman, whose laughter immediately ceased at the stupid question. She glared at the witches before her and bared her fangs.

"How dare you ask me such a question?" she snarled darkly, her eyes narrowing at the two women, who quickly ducked their heads in apology. "I want you to continue until she’s so restless she will beg for death! I will make them suffer the pain I have suffered! They will taste the bitterness of losing everything! All of them!" she yelled furiously, her voice shaking the cave.

"Yes, Your Grace. We will continue poking her until she is faced with her worst nightmares," replied one of the witches as she nudged her partner. They had been in this cave with the night creature for many days and nights to achieve their goals. They all wanted the same thing in life, and only by destroying the current rulers would the black witches be free to live and do as they pleased, just as they had before Lucian Pendragon took over.

"Make the spell double this time. I want her to be restless until she goes mad or awakens her Rosa. Only she can put an end to that beast’s life. I want him to suffer," Elara ordered as she rocked back and forth in her sitting position. She had had enough of them all. And very soon, she would put an end to every one of them.

Lucian had killed not just her son but her brother—the only family she had in this world. He had taken away her life and her home. He had killed her son, and she had not been able to gather his remains because he had burned them in the town square, where the villagers had spit on his ashes. He had killed her son so mercilessly that she wanted him to feel her pain—to feel the emptiness of losing everything at the moment he thought he had everything.

Her poor son, her poor Caelan. He was so young and full of life, but Lucian had gone on and killed him when all he wanted was to be the Emperor. She would not rest until she avenged him. And what better way was there than to make his beloved mate suffer before she killed them all?

"Diaval!" she yelled into the darkness, and a bat came flying in at her call. The bat transformed into a man clad in dark attire that made him blend into the night as he bowed to her.

"Has everything been set?" she asked as she looked at the ball of wisdom the dark witch presented to her, where she could see beyond the cave and into the Pendragon palace.

"Yes, Your Grace. Everything is set."

"Good. No more attacks. Let them be for now. Let them taste peace for a while before they lose it all." Elara said with a smirk as she swirled the ball around her hands to show her the image she sought. The image of her biggest enemy. Lucian. She could not wait to taste the victory of killing him.

"What if we awaken her powers and she attacks us?" came the question from one of the witches.