Seraphina's POV
"How much do you know about the curse?" Elyon asked, his expression serious.
I shifted uncomfortably, my throat tightening. "Not much," I admitted, the words barely more than a whisper.
"What do you know?" he pressed, though his tone remained gentle—the same gentleness I'd craved my entire life but never received until now.
I took a shaky breath, memories flooding back like poison in my veins. "Back in the werewolf world, everyone called me 'cursed.' I never understood why."
My voice cracked. "They would whisper it whenever I passed, mothers would pull their children away from me as if I carried some disease. They'd spit the word at me like the vilest insult, like I was something rotten, something that shouldn't exist."
The phantom pain of those years pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
"But after marrying Adrian, I learned that I could be the key to breaking his curse."
