Page 72 of Wedded Witch

But it’s no use. The more I think about him, the more I want him. It’s maddening. The way he holds himself, the confidence in his smile—it pulls me in, and draws to him like a moth to a flame.

“Focus, Swyn,” I murmur to myself, splashing water on my face to clear my head. “You’ve got bigger problems than this.”

But as I finish my shower, the warmth of the water still lingering on my skin, I can’t shake the feeling of his arms around me. This complicated web of emotions is becoming unbearable.

I need to figure out how to break the curse and protect myself, but all I can think about is Ri and the way he makes me feel.

I step out of the shower, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all. I need to pull myself together. The last thing I want is to let my heart lead me into more chaos.

After getting dressed, I sit back down at the small desk in my room, pulling the Book of Shadows towards me. Once again, the ancient tome feels alive in my hands—warm, like it’s carrying the weight of generations.

My fingers glide over its worn pages, the faint scent of herbs and smoke rising from the ink-stained paper.

The magic in this book is old, powerful, and somehow… comforting. But the answer to the curse is still elusive. I’ve barely scratched the surface, and time is running out.

I flip through more pages, murmuring spells and incantations under my breath, hoping for some kind of revelation.

It’s not until I reach a passage written in a flowing script, almost like a message from the past directly to me, that something stirs deep within my chest.

The words seem to pulse with energy, growing brighter as I read aloud:

“To break the curse, hearts must open and spirits must bind. The union of souls, the acceptance of fate, and the love shared freely between mates will be the key to salvation. You must love—wholly, deeply, truthfully.”

I stop, my heart pounding in my chest as I read the next line:

“You have to be ready to love.”

Love? My heart clenches at the very thought. Not just the act of love, not just the physical connection that binds mates, but something more profound.

It’s not enough to just be with them. I have to love them, completely, unconditionally. And not just one of them—all three. The weight of the revelation sinks in like a stone in my gut. How can I possibly do that? I barely know them.

I flip through the next few pages, searching for more, but the message is clear. The magic of the curse is tied to the magic of the heart. The one thing I’ve always avoided.

This isn’t just about survival anymore; this is about opening myself up to them. To Kel, with his boundless energy and easy warmth. To Sol, whose sweet, gentle nature makes me feel alive with every smile, every teasing touch. And Ri…

I swallow hard, thinking about Ri, the way his aloof exterior hides something deeper, something I can’t quite put my finger on.

Loving them physically is one thing, buttrulyopening my heart? Letting them in, letting them see my soul, myvulnerability… That might just terrify me more than the curse itself.

The room feels small, claustrophobic as the gravity of the situation presses down on me. I can’t just go through the motions. I can’t fake this. If I don’t truly, deeply love them, the curse won’t break. And if it doesn’t break… everything I’ve fought for, all the sacrifices, will have been for nothing.

I push the book away from me and stand, pacing the room. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan. I was supposed to find a spell, some ancient incantation to break the curse. But this… this is about me. About who I am and what I’m capable of. It’s about trusting them.

And I’ve been fighting that trust since the beginning. It’s not just fear of the curse—it’s fear of getting hurt. Of giving myself fully and not knowing what will come of it.

What if we break the curse, but my heart shatters along the way? What if the spell lifts, and they realise they never truly wanted me? That we were never meant to be once the danger is gone? If I let myself fall, it could destroy me.

My hand comes to rest on my chest, feeling the steady thrum of my heartbeat. I’ve never had to love someone like this before. Not with this kind of intensity. And certainly not more than one person.

Is it even possible? To love more than one man? I can’t deny I’m drawn to all of them, but that’s notlove. Curiosity, maybe. Attraction, certainly. But love?

Maybe that’s why the curse was cast in the first place. To break generations of fear, of selfishness. To force me to open up in a way that my ancestors never did.

I stop pacing and stare at the book again. The magic around it feels different now, almost like it’s waiting for me to decide, to choose.

I have to love them, not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually. That’s the only way to truly break the curse.

But can I do it? Can I allow myself to love all three of them?