Chapter 92 - His POV [Part 2]

"If I wasn't cursed by the Mother goddess then none of this would have happened... I was meant to suffer alone, not with her", he turned to Beowulf with angry eyes.

He gulped. "Yes I understand Magnus, her reincarnation was not something I expected, for a goddess can't be".

Cedric didn't understand it himself, there was something at play here and it could only be the curse. "It's the curse that's affecting her too... I can't have it, I cannot protect her from what comes in this mortal body... " his teeth clenched. "History will repeat itself", the thought of it made his insides clenched, he would rather damn the world than have that happen again, to hold her cold body in his arms would make him run mad, he couldn't experience it again.

"The faster we end your curse, the faster your trial will be over in the mortal world," Beowulf said.

The mother goddess saw it fit to curse him to rebirth and experience trial in the mortal realm as well as to experience a love misfortune, as his memories surface he knew that love misfortune would be his dearest love, for he have already fallen for her before his memories came, he knew just then history would repeat itself, but he can't have it with her death, not anymore.

This is why he had to find a way, Princess Alice a greedy princess, her destiny was twisted, letting her it would only divert the chaos meant to happen to Sylvia, if he can turn his Mortal destiny tide, then he might be able to break his curse and end this trial, ending his curse would mean the salvation for Sylvia.

Cedric took a seat, running his hand in his hair. The moment he met Sylvia on that altar months ago the pull he felt, his powers stirring and the unquenchable feelings he had towards her, all this because she was back to him, his dearest Yelena he lost thousands of years ago. After her death he was lost, he felt like a god with no purpose, he lost the one thing that mattered to him, she was the light in his dark world that was quenched but now he was given another chance, a chance he couldn't loose although it was in his worst circumstances still he will honor this chance he will have to end his mortal trial so that he can be with her once again and for sure, protect her this time.

'This time...' He thought.

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It was torture, it was agony, it was chaos watching her sleeping form against the bed, wanting so badly to embrace her and lock her safe in his arms without letting go, but he could only watch her sleeping form, a frown against her feature, was she having a bad dream? Her features have always been like that since he started watching her sleep, he noticed she didn't get enough sleep, another of his faults. His jaw tightened.

He couldn't help but admire her sleeping form, her covers stopping at her waist region, the silk nightgown she wore barely covered her smooth white skin from his eyes to feast, her well-endowed breast peeking out from the see-through wear, her beauty was the most glorious thing he would forever watch, her features, everything was the same at the time she was a goddess, not even a detail missed like she was sculpted back but in human form, his heart, Yelena.

gods how much he missed her, for thousands of years without her, was an eternal pain, he was beyond glad she was reincarnation and this time for sure he will protect her no matter what the cost and cherish her till the end of the world.

He took a seat on her bed as swift as a cat, not even his action was detected, for he was like a ghost right now.

'Just you wait my Yelena, be patient for it will all be over soon, we shall reunite when the time is right' he thought with trembling eyes, he couldn't wait to finally claim her as his again.

She shifted uncomfortably, a frown on her features, she murmured something under her breath.

"Nicklaus"

His whole being stilled, his eyes shook, for a thousand years he has never heard that name, no one dared call him that name, because it was only reserved for his beloved, to hear her say it after all this time made his beast roar.

He growled deeply leaning to her, his insides in inner battle, he wanted to hear it again from that angelic voice of hers that stilled his raging storm and calmed his very being like a sea, gods this woman still affected him so, he was like an addict when he came to this woman, he was addicted to her very being.

"Yelena," he said in a very faint whisper close to her ear, he wanted to touch her to feel her stutter against his skin but he knew once he did there was no going back. He clenched the bed hard, dying to hold her like it was the last thing on earth. Immense torture this was, for a god he needed all the control he could.

"Nicklaus" she whispered, groaning. "Please don't... please don't marry her"

His eyes filled with sadness, she was in pain because he was to marry another woman, it was for her sake but she couldn't understand but he wouldn't blame her, he had every right to be angry at him and feel hurt.

He knew what he had to do to relieve her from this. He moved his lips to her forehead pressing a soft gentle kiss on it, fusing it with just about the right amount of magic.

"Happy birthday, my heartbeat" he whispers in her ears before slowly moving away. Of course, he remembered her mortal birthday, it was special to him as it was to her.

He drew backward, his eyes remained on her sleeping form, her features now calm, away from the nightmares, she would finally have some peace in her dreams.

'Sleep well and dream better, my love'