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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
In the town square, people still walked in silence. News had spread that Audrey, the supposed witch-queen of the fallen Alpha Gaige, had been spared by Surganah.
Some whispered that it was because she was carrying a child. Others believed she had always been on Surganah’s side.
But none dared say these things too loudly.
Fear was the new law of Altvall.
At night, Audrey often climbed to the tower’s edge and watched the stars. She would place her hand on her belly and whisper stories of freedom to the life inside her.
Tales of rebels who once bled for peace. Of Gaige, the savior who loved the people enough to die for them.
She imagined the child listening—growing—not just in body, but in spirit.
Still, every morning, she woke with a prayer on her lips:
“Let it be his. Please… let it be Gaige’s.”
And somewhere in the heavens, beyond the veil of stars, the Superior watched in silence.
The seed had been sown.
But the storm was not yet over.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
The Storm Within
The fortress stood like a shadow against the blood-orange sky of Altvall, a monstrous figure looming over the trembling island.
The wind howled across the cliffs, stirring the dead leaves and ash into the air like forgotten ghosts.
Within its cold, stone heart, Surganah sat upon his dark throne, hands clenched around the carved wolf heads on either side.
The news had come quietly—whispered from the lips of a trembling maid who dared not lift her gaze. She had found Audrey in the chamber, pale and dazed, her hand resting upon her belly.
Audrey was with child.
The thought echoed in Surganah’s mind like a whisper with claws.
He didn’t speak at first.
He didn’t move.
He simply stared into the fireplace before him, as if the flames themselves were daring him to feel something other than what he did.
Then came the smile.
It was slow and crooked, curling with something between madness and hope. A child… Could it truly be? Could the gods, in their twisted humor, have finally answered him?
For centuries, he had tried. Werewolf after werewolf, human after human. His desire to create an heir was not just a hunger for legacy—it was a desperation to root his power into something eternal. Yet nothing had worked.
No mate had ever carried his seed. No womb had ever bloomed with his blood.
But Audrey… Audrey had broken the cycle.
She had been his plan, his puppet, his tool of destruction. But now… she could be more.
She could be the vessel of his legacy.
If the child was his.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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