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Selene's breath hitched as she finally understood why he insisted on not letting her face the emissaries alone. As she shed her robe, the reverse moon patterns glimmered painfully under the light, causing the emissaries' faces to turn ashen. "This is the Reverse Moon Curse! How dare you desecrate the Moon Goddess's totem?"
Ronan suddenly pulled her into his embrace, his scorching palm pressing against the reverse moon pattern on her back. "It's not a curse; it's a fusion." His Wolf King's mark transformed into a flowing light, spreading across her skin and filling the gap in the reverse moon pattern, completing it into a dual moon totem—half silver, half dark red, symbolizing the legendary Sun and Moon Kings.
Selene bit her lip in agony but found an unusual warmth mingling with the pain. Her consciousness plunged into the depths of memory, where she saw Ronan's mother infusing him with the power of the reverse moon on her deathbed, while her own mother simultaneously sowed the seeds of a curse—revealing that the awakening of the twin Wolf Kings required the bloodline resonance of two reverse moon Alphas.
"It’s impossible..." The emissaries' oracle mirror began to crack. "The Moon Goddess has never..."
Ronan seized the opportunity to interrupt them. "The will of the Moon Goddess is beyond your understanding, you white-robed executioners!" He pointed at the dual moon totem reflected in the mirror. "The day the oracle mirror shatters is the day werewolves break free from their shackles."
Selene watched as the mirror gradually fractured, suddenly realizing that Ronan had planned everything from the start. He had deliberately allowed the emissaries to see an incomplete mark to force them to activate the oracle mirror, thus exposing the hidden truth within—the Moon Goddess's totem was always meant to have a shadowed side.
In a panic, the emissaries attempted to retreat, but Selene blocked their path. "Before you take away the oracle mirror, answer me—did you kill my mother Aelia Lexington with silver chains through her throat?" Her voice trembled, yet she fought back tears.
The chief emissary's pupils constricted; this reaction spoke volumes. Ronan's tailbone suddenly brushed against her calf—this was their agreed signal for "truth confirmation." Selene could no longer contain herself; translucent wolf claws sprouted from her fingertips, tearing through the emissary's mask—revealing beneath it a reverse moon pattern identical to hers, though long scarred over.
"You reverse moon Alphas, cursed yourselves yet aiding the Moon Temple in oppressing your kin!" Her voice dripped with blood-soaked hatred but was gently embraced by Ronan. His palm caressed her trembling back as he whispered, "Don't show weakness before them; our journey is still long."
That night, Selene washed her wounds in a hot spring, watching as the reflection of the dual moon totem gradually faded in the water. Ronan sat at the edge of the pool, his back turned as he wiped his battle blade. "In the shards of the oracle mirror lies my mother's memories. She and your mother were comrades who studied how to awaken the twin Wolf King mark together."
"So our union isn't merely a transaction; it was a plan they set long ago." Selene dunked herself underwater, letting the heat of the spring blur her vision. Ronan did not deny it: "But when I first saw you at the altar, it wasn't because of any plan. It was when your blood dripped into that ice crystal that my Wolf King's mark first felt a heartbeat."
She shot up from beneath the surface and saw his ears flushed redder than a blood moon. In the misty warmth of the spring, their marks simultaneously heated up as if echoing each other's heartbeat. Selene suddenly realized that this contract born from utility had quietly blossomed into a bond more brilliant than moonlight amidst shared sensations and pain.
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