Marked by the Cursed CEO Alpha-Chapter 44: "Where is she?"

[Seraphina’s Place]

Morning crept in slowly.

Grey light filtered through the curtains, soft and unhurried, touching the edges of the room without demanding anything from it.

Lyra lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her body heavy but no longer aching the way it had the day before. She hadn’t moved when she heard Rogan in the kitchen earlier.

Just then, a knock came at her door.

Before she could answer, it opened quietly.

Rogan stepped inside with a tray balanced carefully in his hands.

"Good morning," he said.

Lyra pushed herself up against the pillows, surprised. "You didn’t have to do that."

He set the tray down gently across her lap. Toast, fruit, a mug of something warm that smelled faintly of honey.

"Eat," he said simply.

She smiled faintly. "You are going to spoil me."

"That’s the idea."

Rogan pulled the chair closer and sat, studying her face in the way he always did when he was worried but pretending not to be.

"Do you want to go to work today?" he asked.

Lyra considered it for a moment, then shook her head. "No. I think I would like to stay home."

Rogan nodded without hesitation. No lectures, no warnings, just acceptance.

"Alright."

He stood, picking up the empty mug she hadn’t touched yet. "I will make your favorite later. Spaghetti and meatballs."

Her eyes softened. "Thank you."

He paused at the door.

"Uncle Rogan?" she called quietly.

He turned.

"When is Seraphina coming back?"

His expression didn’t change but something in his eyes shifted—calculating, cautious.

"Soon," he said after a brief pause. "She won’t be long."

Lyra nodded, satisfied for now.

Rogan closed the door behind him and leaned against it for just a second longer than necessary.

Soon, he hoped, was soon enough.

....

[A Few Hours Later]

Lyra woke slowly, the kind of waking that felt natural instead of force.

For a few seconds, she stayed still, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the familiar ache in her limbs to settle in but it didn’t.

She blinked.

Her body felt rested, not just rested but refreshed.

She pushed herself upright, expecting the usual wave of dizziness but it never came. Her balance was steady and breathing was easy.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood.

There was a strange lightness to her movements. Her muscles felt loose but strong, like she had stretched after a long sleep she hadn’t realized she needed.

Lyra frowned slightly.

"That’s new," she murmured.

She crossed the room and paused in front of the mirror.

The woman she was staring back at her looked different.

Her skin had color, real color. A soft flush across her cheeks that made her look alive instead of tired and faint shadows that usually sat beneath her eyes were gone.

She leaned closer only to notice that her eyes looked brighter and clearer.

She lifted her hand slowly and examined her palm.

It was warm, warmer than usual.

A faint heat pulsed beneath her skin, not painful, not alarming, just present.

She flexed her fingers and felt something move inside her like a current flowing quietly through her veins.

Lyra’s breath hitched.

Her heartbeat felt stronger today, steadier, not racing, not weak but confident.

She pressed her palm against her chest.

The strange sensation wasn’t like the overwhelming pull she had felt near Kaelen.

This was different. It was calm and grounded, powerful in a way she couldn’t name.

She stepped back from the mirror slowly.

"I don’t feel sick," she whispered to herself. If anything, she felt better than she had in years.

Her senses seemed sharper too. She could hear faint sounds from outside the window—the wind brushing against leaves, a car passing two streets away, the distant hum of life moving.

Had those always been there? Or was she only noticing now?

A flicker of unease brushed her spine but it wasn’t fear, it was awareness.

Lyra inhaled deeply and suddenly, the air felt cleaner, cooler and richer.

Something inside her had shifted and she didn’t know what and why.

But for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel small or incomplete.

She felt like something inside her had finally stretched its limbs after a long sleep and it felt good.

....

[Outside]

Lyra didn’t notice the shift spreading outward but Rogan did.

He was in the kitchen, rinsing a cup in the sink when it hit him, a pulse, not loud or violent but unmistakable.

He froze.

The glass slipped slightly in his hand as the air around him changed—thicker, warmer. Charged.

His head lifted slowly toward the hallway that led to Lyra’s room.

There it was again, stronger this time.

Rogan set the glass down carefully, water still running over his fingers.

For years, Lyra’s presence had felt dim to him, soft, blurred around the edges. Like something powerful wrapped in layers of cloth.

But now it was sharp and clear.

He stepped out of the kitchen slowly, his breathing shallow as he moved toward the hallway.

The air carried it unmistakably.

Her aura was no longer hidden or contained, it was unfolding.

He stopped just outside her door but he didn’t knock, didn’t interrupt.

He simply stood there, eyes closing briefly as he felt it. It was something stronger, warmer and awake.

A quiet exhale left his lungs.

"It’s about time," he murmured under his breath.

For a long moment, he just stood there, not afraid, not surprised.

He had known this day would come, he had delayed it, controlled and suppressed it but he had never believed it could last forever.

He moved back toward the kitchen slowly, mind racing now.

For years, he had mixed the potion carefully. Just enough and never too much, just enough to soften her aura and to keep her hidden from the wrong eyes and to buy time.

But after what happened with Kaelen, after the surge and after the bond reacted, he had stopped.

No more drops in her tea, no more diluted suppression in her water and no more spells reinforcing what was already thinning because if her power had grown strong enough to calm the Blackthorn curse even through suppression—

Then hiding it any longer would only weaken her when she needed strength the most.

He leaned against the counter, staring at nothing.

"It won’t stay quiet anymore," he muttered.

And this time, he wasn’t sure if that terrified him or relieved him.

.....

[Blackthorn Enterprise – Executive Boardroom]

The presentation had been going on for twenty-three minutes and Kaelen hadn’t heard a single word.

Numbers flashed across the large screen at the end of the polished table, graphs, forecast projections, risk assessments and all things he would normally dismantle within seconds.

Today, they blurred.

His jaw tightened.

Riven had told him that Lyra didn’t log in today. She wasn’t on sick leave or remote work, she just didn’t show up.

Kaelen sat at the head of the table, hands clasped loosely before him.

On the outside, he was composed, unmoving and unreadable but inside, something was pulling. It wasn’t the curse but something different.

It was persistent, low and insistent like a thread wrapped around his ribs, tugging.

"She is fine," he told himself silently.

Rogan was with her and Seraphina was also on her way back to the city.

With them around, Lyra was safe so why did his chest feel tight?

"...and if we redirect the investment to Q4—" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Kaelen stood abruptly and the room fell silent.

Every executive froze mid-sentence.

Riven’s eyes flicked up immediately.

"Continue without me," Kaelen said evenly then adjusted his cuffs as if nothing were unusual.

"Sir?" one of the board members ventured carefully.

Kaelen’s gaze shifted toward him. "Continue," he repeated.

That was the end of it.

He then walked out.

Riven was on his feet two seconds later and started following him.

.....

[Private Corridor]

"You are not going to tell me this is about the quarterly numbers," Riven said quietly as he fell into step beside him.

Kaelen didn’t answer and that was answer enough.

"You said you would give her space," Riven continued carefully.

"I did."

"And?"

Kaelen stopped walking.

His breathing was steady, too steady. "She didn’t show up today."

Riven exhaled slowly. "That doesn’t mean—"

"It means something," Kaelen cut in.

The thread in his chest tightened again not with panic or danger but awareness like she was closer to something or something was closer to her.

"I can’t explain it," Kaelen said slowly, frustration slipping into his voice. "The curse is stable and I should be fine."

"You are fine."

"That’s the problem."

Riven frowned slightly.

"When I deny it," Kaelen continued quietly, "the curse doesn’t surge anymore. It tightens like it’s waiting."

Riven understood immediately that waiting for him to stop resisting and waiting for him to claim her.

Kaelen resumed walking.

"I will check on her and return," he said.

Riven studied him.

"You are not going to fight Rogan again, are you?"

Kaelen didn’t answer that either.

.....

[Seraphina’s Shop – Late Afternoon]

The small bell above the shop door chimed softly.

Rogan didn’t look up at first. He was sorting dried herbs on the counter, movements precise, controlled.

Then he felt it, the power, heavy, controlled and familiar.

He lifted his head slowly.

Kaelen Blackthorn stood just inside the doorway. There were no guards and no Riven, it was just him.

With his presence, the shop felt smaller suddenly.

Rogan straightened, jaw tightening instinctively.

"You shouldn’t be here," Rogan said evenly.

Kaelen closed the door behind him. "I know." His voice was calm, too calm.

But his eyes were sharp and focused.

"Where is she?"

.....