Chapter 127: How do we stop him
Elaine’s POV
“All this while you knew? You knew who the father of my child was? Yet you let us suffer—you let me cry myself to sleep every night!” I screamed as tears gushed down my face.
“I blamed myself for putting my son in a mess he knew nothing about. Ana, I trusted you. How could you?”
“The Moon Goddess longed to see how powerful your spirit was,” Ana said softly. “We needed to know how far your resilience could carry you. She wanted to be certain she chose the right vessel to bear a child as strong as Daryl. It was never my intention to let you suffer, Elaine—but you must understand, nothing good comes easy. And trust me, my child, you proved us right. You survived. You listened to your heart. And now, you are here. I have never been so proud of anyone, Elaine.”
My knees grew weak. I collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. My heart throbbed with pain and confusion. Gentle hands lifted me, and I realized it was Macy.
“Please… help me to my room,” I whispered. The tension in the room was suffocating, and my emotions were a storm I could no longer contain. I needed to be alone.
The birds outside had no idea how lucky they were—to be so free, to fly wherever the wind carried them. My gaze lingered on the sky beyond my window.
Nothing good comes easy, I thought bitterly. Still, I prayed that after everything I’ve endured, I might one day live freely and find happiness.
“How do you feel now?” A familiar voice pulled me back to reality.
Macy stood behind me with a cup in her hand. She walked closer, handed it to me, and guided me back to sit on the bed.
“I feel better than yesterday. Thank you,” I murmured.
“I’m sorry about Serai,” Macy said gently. “We had no idea she knew about you and Daryl. Please forgive her—her actions were for important reasons.”
“I don’t know Serai,” I said quietly, “but I knew Ana. Without her, Daryl and I might not have survived. She became the mother I lost, and I loved her dearly. I blamed myself every day for her death—I thought she died because of me. But now I find out she wasn’t real? That it was all a lie? Macy, she deceived me.”
“I understand how you feel,” Macy said softly. “And I only wish for you to heal. You’ve been through so much and deserve happiness. Take all the time you need—we’ll be waiting for you. Serai is here too. She won’t leave until you’re ready to talk.”
“Thank you, Macy.” I nodded weakly.
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The entire day, I stayed locked in my room, servants bringing food I barely touched. I missed my baby, but I knew he was safe.
The revelation haunted me, clouding my thoughts. I needed time—to think, to grieve, to breathe.
By the next day, I decided it was time to face my fears—to accept the past and focus on the future. Serai had spoken of a destiny tied to my son, and I needed to understand it, not hide from it.
When I entered the council chamber, Liam, Macy, Greg, and Serai sat together in serious discussion. Their eyes turned toward me as I approached.
“I’m here now,” I said. “What was it you mentioned about my child? I want to know everything.”
We all sat together, and Serai began her tale. My heart raced; something deep within told me her words would change everything.
“Your great-grandfather, Yago Dir Gunther, was the first Lycan King of his line,” Serai began. “He won the crown after defeating another Lycan pack in a fierce battle. He ruled wisely, but his reign was cut short when his firstborn—your grandfather—killed him and his brothers for the throne. The lust for power consumed him. Your grandfather, Jeldon Gunther, was the opposite of his father. He slaughtered innocents, and in return, the spirits cursed him until his soul was locked in the abyss of the forever-burning flame. They called him the Mad King.”
“I never heard of him,” I said quietly. “My father never spoke of his father.”
“The Moon Goddess hoped your father, Vercus, would be different,” Serai continued. “But he proved otherwise. He delved into black magic, bringing a black witch to summon his father’s spirit. The price for that ritual was steep.”
“Black magic?” I whispered, disbelief shaking my voice.
“He believed in serving his ancestors instead of the Moon Goddess—just like Jeldon before him.”
“But my father worshiped the Goddess back home,” I protested. “He offered prayers and gifts to Selene.”
“That was only a façade,” Serai said bitterly. “He pretended to be faithful to deceive the people. Deep down, he is worse than Jeldon. He plans to kill you and your child, Elaine. He already knows of Daryl’s destiny—the black witch has seen it in her visions. That is why he came looking for you.”
“How do we stop him?” Liam asked.
“The Goddess Selene has returned the power to its origin,” Serai replied. “From the source, we quench the blaze. Your son Daryl carries within him the spirit of the strongest Lycan to ever live—the very essence of Yago. When he comes of age and his beast awakens, the earth will tremble at his presence. He will end the terror that haunts our kind.”
“Jeldon’s spirit has been awakened by Vercus,” Serai added gravely. “As we speak, Jeldon controls his son, and together they plan to burn the world to ash.”
“What sacrifice did my father make for his black magic?” I asked.
“He sacrificed the ability to have male children,” Serai answered.
My heart clenched. “He hated me all my life—and now I know why. His own selfishness cost him what he wanted most.”
After hearing Serai’s words, I finally understood my father’s cruelty.
He is not just a broken man—he is evil, possessed by the spirit of his damned father.
But I will not let them touch my son. I will protect Daryl with my life until he is ready to fulfill his destiny—to claim what is rightfully his.
Because my son is the true Lycan King.