Chapter 680

Livia:

“Then where is he now? Did he leave you? Was he one of the bad guys?”

I bombarded her with questions because this was the first time she had ever spoken to me about my father.

Each question only seemed to make her cry harder.

“No,” she whimpered. “He was one of the good guys. The best.”

She smiled through her tears.

“But his life was very sad. He was a rogue, just like me. But he protected me. We hid in one of the caves and stayed there until the others left. That’s when we felt our mate bond,” she smiled briefly when recalling meeting her mate.

“We were so happy together. The first few months were amazing. He would go out, work hard, and bring me food. For a while, I thought that was what life would always be like.”

Her voice suddenly hardened as her gaze drifted to the window.

“He was even building a cabin on the rooftop.” Her smile faded.

“Until what?” I asked, reaching for her hand.

Her entire body trembled.

“Until that full moon night. People found out I was hiding in the cave, and they came for me. Your father was there. He tried to fight them, and during the struggle, he accidentally pushed an Alpha’s Luna. She had come to take me for her brother.”

My mother’s expression crumpled.

“That was the saddest part. There were women involved too.”

Her voice broke. A small hiccup escaped her lips before she continued.

“The Luna was pregnant. While trying to protect me, your father accidentally struck her. She fell from the top of the mountain and died along with her unborn child.”

I froze at her words.

“Rage consumed everyone. They dragged your father out, tied him to a pole, and gathered the remaining seers. They cursed him.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“And then they fed him the forbidden cursed herb.”

My mother had just mentioned something I hadn’t heard about in a very long time.

It was a type of herb formed within one of the wells.

However, to create it, a painful curse had to be inflicted on other creatures as well.

Those people must have been consumed by vengeance to use such a curse on my father without considering the consequences.

“What happened to Father?” I asked in a trembling voice. The thought of him suffering already made my chest tighten.

“Well…” My mother sniffled. “Every full moon, your father would start turning into something, but it wasn’t a full transition.”

Her words broke apart as she spoke.

Hiccups interrupted her sentences, and I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands.

“They did that to him?” I asked, my voice shaking.

My mother nodded.

The way she hugged her legs made it seem as though part of her was still trapped in that painful time.

“Where is Father now?” I asked, taking her hand and pressing it against my chest so she could feel my heartbeat.

I needed her to know how worried I was for him, how badly I wanted to learn more about him, and how desperately I wanted to meet him.

Deep down, I knew there was no way my father could be evil.

“Well, he seemed fine,” my mother replied. “Every full moon, he would begin transforming into something monstrous, but the transformation neverfully completed We never disoned what he was becoming At the same time, the well began spreading its poison. The trees and plants around it started to wither. Their leaves dried out, and everything slowly died. But no one paid attention to it.”

My mother paused and rubbed her hands together anxiously.

“Mother, what was the other curse that was inflicted on the other creatures as a

consequence of feeding my father the herb?” I asked out of curiosity.

“I don’t really know much,” my mother mumbled. “When your father was fed the herb, he used all his strength to build us a cabin on the mountain top so we would have a secure place to live. At the same time, we started getting news about children falling ill with some kind of sickness that nobody could cure. They would eventually pass away. It began happening quite often, but m not sure if it ever escalated. Sometimes it would be one child in a month, other times five children in a year, something like that.”

That was when it struck me.

I stared at my mother with wide eyes.

“Do you know anything about it?” my mother asked, bewildered by my reaction.

“There were reports of a similar

sickness spreading among children, and it has escalated over the last

few years. That’s why our president’s wife was sent there to take care of them, I explained as everything started to make sense. Cóntent

My mother nodded before letting out a small chuckle.

“Well, I’m glad they at least felt the consequences. However, once again, the

parents survived while the children were the ones who suffered.”

She sighed before looking at me and frowning.

“Have you ever seen the president’s wife? The first one?” she asked.

I pouted and shook my head.

I remembered she was a very private person.

Even when she received awards, she rarely allowed her name to appear in the

media.