Chapter 199 The Cursed Dol
Chapter 199: The Cursed Doll
Chapter 199: The Cursed Doll
(Aria’s POV)
“What do you mean?” I asked, my pregnant wolf stirring uneasily.
Margaret’s expression darkened as she reached deeper into the carton. “There’s something hidden
underneath the eggs.”
She pulled out a small cloth doll, and immediately my wolf recoiled in horror. The thing was grotesque – its
eyes and nose had been sealed shut with thick black thread, and realistic human hair had been sewn onto its scalp. The fabric was stained and dirty, giving it an unsettling appearance.
“What is that?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Margaret held the doll at arm’s length, her wolf’s senses clearly detecting something dangerous. “Mrs.
Blackwood, I need you to stay calm,” she said firmly. “But I think this is some kind of cursed object.”
She turned the doll over, revealing writing on its back. My blood ran cold as I read the numbers written in
what looked like vermillion ink my exact birthdate.
“That’s my birthday,” I breathed, my pregnant wolf whimpering with terror. “Why would someone write my
birthday on that thing?”
Margaret’s face was grim as she quickly moved the doll away from me. “This is a voodoo doll designed to
curse a werewolf. The hair, the birthdate, the sealed features – it’s all part of a malevolent spell.*
Rage flooded through me, my wolf bristling with betrayal. “Alison Lewis and her mother,” I snarled, my hands
clenching into fists. “They brought this here hidden in the eggs.”
“I need to get this away from you immediately,” Margaret said, her protective instincts flaring. “Contact with
cursed objects can be particularly dangerous for pregnant werewolves.”
I stared at the hideous doll in shock. “I can’t believe they would do this to me. I thought… I thought we were
family.”
“Some wolves will do anything for power or money,” Margaret replied sadly, placing the doll on a nearby
cabinet. “Even betray their own pack members.”
My pregnant wolf whimpered with distress at the malevolent intent behind the object. Someone had deliberately tried to curse me and my unborn pup. The violation felt almost as personal as a physical attack.
“I trusted them,” I said, my voice shaking with fury. “I was even grateful for their visit, despite how
uncomfortable they made me feel.”
Margaret’s expression was sympathetic but alert. “Trust your instincts, Mrs. Blackwood. Your wolf knows when something isn’t right.”
(Dominic’s POV)
The hospital room door opened as I arrived for my afternoon visit, my powerful Alpha senses immediately detecting the tension in the air. Aria’s scent was spiked with distress, while Margaret’s carried the sharp edge
of alarm.
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“What’s wrong?” I demanded, my silver–gray eyes scanning the room for threats.
“Dominic,” Aria said, her voice tight with anger, “look at what was hidden in the eggs Alison Lewis brought.”
My gaze followed her pointing finger to the cabinet where a grotesque cloth doll sat. My wolf recoiled immediately, recognizing the dark intentions behind the object.
“What is that thing?” I asked, though my Alpha instincts were already providing the answer.
Margaret glanced at Aria for permission before responding. “It’s a voodoo doll, sir. Designed to curse a werewolf. Mrs. Blackwood’s birthdate is written on the back.”
I approached the cabinet cautiously, my enhanced werewolf senses picking up traces of malevolent energy radiating from the doll. The sealed eyes and nose, the realistic hair, the stained fabric – every detail was
crafted to cause maximum harm.
“Who brought this?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew the answer.
“Alison Lewis and her adoptive mother,” Aria replied, her pregnant wolf whimpering with betrayal. “They hid it
in the egg carton.”
My expression darkened with protective fury. Those women had dared to bring a cursed object into my
mate’s presence, threatening both her and our unborn pup.
“I’m going to dispose of this immediately,” I said, reaching for the doll.
The moment my fingers touched the fabric, searing pain shot through my hand. I jerked back with a sharp
intake of breath, looking down to see blood welling from a small puncture wound on my finger.
“There’s a silver needle hidden in the abdomen,” I said grimly, my werewolf healing already working to close
the wound. “The silver burned on contact.”
(Aria’s POV)
Horror flooded through me as I saw the blood on Dominic’s finger. “Are you hurt? What if there’s wolfsbane
poison on the needle?”
“I’m fine,” Dominic assured me, though his silver–gray eyes were dark with fury. “But we need to have this
tested immediately.”
Margaret was already moving toward the door. “I’ll get a werewolf nurse to check the needle for toxic compounds,” she said efficiently.
As she left the room, I stared at the cursed doll with growing rage. “I can’t believe they would do this to me.
To us. To our pup.”
“They made a critical mistake,” Dominic said, his powerful Alpha presence radiating cold determination. “They revealed their true intentions.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, though my wolf was already beginning to understand.
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“I’ve been waiting for them to make a move against you,” Dominic explained, his voice carrying the authority of someone who had been planning for this moment. “This gives us the evidence we need.”
My pregnant wolf stirred with realization. “You suspected them all along.”
“I suspected someone in your family was involved in your original k********g,” Dominic confirmed. “But I needed proof.”
Chapter 199 The Cursed Doll
I struggled to process this information. “You think Alison Lewis and her mother were involved in taking me from the Lewis family when I was a child?”
“Think about it,” Dominic said, his tactical mind laying out the evidence. “Margaret Lewis, Alison’s adoptive mother, supposedly suffered from separation from her ‘niece. But her comfortable lifestyle suggests income beyond what your mother Caroline provides.”
“You think someone paid her?” I asked, my wolf whimpering with betrayal.
“I think Margaret Lewis is a gambling addict who was bribed to participate in your k********g.” Dominic
replied grimly. “And now they’re trying to eliminate you permanently.”
The pieces were starting to fall into place in my mind. “But why would they want to curse me now? What would they gain?”
“I’ve been focused on people who would benefit from your father leaving the competition for head healer,
Dominic explained. “But I missed someone obvious.”
“Who?” I demanded, though dread was already filling my chest.
“Patricia Lewis,” Dominic said quietly. “Your biological aunt.”
My pregnant wolf whimpèred with confusion. “But why would Patricia want to hurt me? How would cursing
me benefit her?”
“That’s exactly what we need to find out,” Dominic replied, his silver–gray eyes gleaming with dangerous intent. “But first, we’re going to make sure that doll and needle are properly disposed of.”
The werewolf nurse returned with Margaret, carrying a medical kit designed for testing supernatural toxins. As she carefully extracted the silver needle from the doll’s abdomen, I watched with growing horror.
“The needle is coated with a mild paralytic agent,” she reported after running preliminary tests. “Not lethal,
but it would have weakened your wolf’s defenses significantly.”
“Making the curse more effective,” Dominic concluded grimly.
I stared at the evidence of someone’s malicious intent toward me and my unborn pup. The violation felt deeper than a physical attack – this was an assault on the very essence of my wolf nature.
“Patricia Lewis,” I whispered, struggling to believe that my own aunt could be behind such cruelty. “But she seemed so concerned about the family investment projects. So eager to help.”
“Sometimes the people closest to us are the most dangerous,” Dominic said softly, his cedar scent wrapping around me protectively. “Because they know exactly how to hurt us.”
My pregnant wolf whimpered with the weight of this betrayal. First the k********g that had torn my family apart, and now this attempt to curse me and my pup. How deep did Patricia’s involvement go?
“What benefit would harming me bring to Patricia?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
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