Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon
Chapter 51. Terrifying Dream

Chapter 51: 51. Terrifying Dream

The discussion about the Simons family lingered in the air. Beta Gilbert remained silent, his face pulled into a deep frown as he sank into thought.

"Dad, what do you suggest we do?" Bernard finally asked, turning to face him.

"I suggest we stay calm and observe carefully for now," Beta Gilbert replied in his usual composed tone.

Victoria, however, was already losing patience.

"No! We can’t just stay calm in a situation like this. For all we know, they’re planning our downfall at this very moment! Why should we be the ones to stay silent when this could wipe out everything we’ve built?" she snapped.

"Keeping calm?" Bernard echoed, clearly unsettled. "Dad, what exactly do you mean by that?"

Beta Gilbert finally looked up, eyes steady. "We’ll act, but not recklessly. If we charge in without knowing their plan, we’ll lose. First, I’ll send spies to monitor their every move—conversations, meetings, anything. We’ll strike when we know how."

"So when does this start?" Bernard asked, leaning forward.

"Right now," Beta Gilbert said as he pulled out his phone. "I’ll call a few trusted men. They won’t fail us."

He dialed. The line rang briefly before a deep, masculine voice answered.

"Good evening, boss. You only call this late when something serious is going on. What do you need us to do?"

"Andrew," Beta Gilbert began. "I’m sending you pictures and details. I want a full background check on the people involved—every conversation, every movement. No mistakes."

"Understood, boss. Send the files. You know we don’t fail. You can count on us," Andrew assured him.

Beta Gilbert hung up and turned back to the room with renewed confidence.

"There’s no need to panic. Andrew and his men are the best. They’ve never disappointed me, and they won’t now. Let them uncover the truth behind the masks of the Simons family."

Victoria stepped closer and embraced him. "I’m sorry, my love... for keeping you up, for all the worry I’ve brought into the house. But it’s for the good of all of us," she said softly.

As they embraced, Bernard’s eyes met Maria’s. He offered her a faint smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Soon after, Beta Gilbert and Victoria stood up and headed to their room, leaving Bernard and Maria alone in the living room.

Bernard moved closer and sat beside her. She didn’t say a word. Her mind was reeling from the information—her parents, possibly murdered by the Simons... and for what? Power?

Lost in thought, Maria barely noticed when Bernard gently tapped her shoulder.

"Maria," he said, voice steady. "I know you’re thinking about what I said—about the Simons possibly being responsible for your parents’ deaths. But I promise you... if it’s true, they’ll pay. With their lives."

Maria offered a soft, grateful smile, but said nothing. Instead, she stood and quietly walked to her room.

Bernard remained seated, watching her until she disappeared down the hallway.

Upstairs, Victoria lay beside Beta Gilbert in his room—for the first time in a long while. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind was restless.

I lied, and it fit perfectly... but not all of it was a lie. Just the part about the old man, she thought, her lips curving slightly in the dark.

***

Maria ran, naked and covered in blood, through a shadowed forest. Terrified and exhausted, she stumbled over roots, gasping for air. Behind her, growls echoed—an entire pack of werewolves were chasing her.

Her legs weakened, and she finally collapsed to the ground. Panic overtook her. She could hear them—closing in.

The leading werewolf emerged, shrouded in swirling black smoke. Just as it lunged—

A figure intervened.

A young masked woman kicked the beast back and drew a gleaming sword. She stood protectively before Maria, taking a battle-ready stance.

The moment the werewolves saw the sword, they backed off. Within seconds, the entire pack vanished into the forest.

Maria stared at her rescuer, stunned and shivering. "Who are you?"

The woman’s voice was stern but not unkind. "Why did you reveal yourself? Don’t you know who you are? You’re the child born of the spirit’s voice."

"I... I don’t know why they were after me. I don’t even understand why I’m naked and covered in blood," Maria stammered, tears threatening to spill.

"The future holds your answers," the woman said, pulling a cloak over her. "You are the past, the present, and the future. In time, you’ll understand everything."

The masked woman led her away.

After ten minutes of walking, they reached a large white building—majestic and glowing.

"Where are we?" Maria asked in awe.

"The Temple of Light and Truth," the woman replied. "Inside, you’ll find answers—and safety."

Maria turned, hesitating. "Aren’t you coming with me?"

"I’ll always be with you," the woman whispered. "Just call."

She turned and disappeared into the shadows.

Maria stepped into the Temple.

At once, an aged woman with a golden crown seated on a throne addressed her sharply. "Go back, O child of destruction!"

Startled, Maria’s heart pounded—but she stood her ground.

"I didn’t come here to cause harm. A kind woman brought me here. I just want a place to belong... a place to be safe."

The woman raised a hand toward a mirror. "Let the Mirror of Righteousness judge your heart."

Maria approached it. Her reflection appeared—dressed in white, smiling warmly.

The woman nodded. "You may enter the Temple of Righteousness and Truth."

Maria awoke with a gasp, drenched in sweat. Her body trembled from fear.

"Why these dreams again? What’s happening to me?" she whispered to herself as she rushed into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

She felt calmer afterward. A glance at the clock told her it was 3:20 a.m. She went back to bed, hoping for peaceful rest.

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The Next Morning...

Maria woke late—7 a.m. She rushed through her morning routine and met the driver outside. Bernard wasn’t in the car, meaning he wasn’t going to college that day.

She arrived just in time to enter the classroom as the lecturer walked in.

"Good morning, class," Professor Sanders greeted with his usual stern expression.

He was a professor of psychology and human behavior. His lectures were intense and often hard to follow, but Laura always understood them well. She often explained the topics to Maria and the others, helping them excel.

After class, Maria and her friends decided to stretch their legs. As they walked and laughed, she shared stories about the recent events with Bernard and Beta Gilbert.

"I missed my parents during the celebration," Maria confessed. "It felt so strange... Bernard had everyone around him, but I felt so alone."

Her friends offered comfort. Cassandra, ever the cheerful one, jumped on her back and began singing one of Maria’s favorite songs.

They laughed together as they reached the garden—until Laura suddenly held up her hand.

"Wait," she said sharply. "Don’t move. Someone’s following us."

The girls froze.

Before anyone could ask if she was serious, a shadow shifted behind them. A figure stood at the edge of the garden, unmoving.

Fear gripped Maria’s chest. She couldn’t move...