The Moon Goddess and Her Mate

At night, precisely in a house on Earth,

In one room, precisely in the house of the Chief of the Agbazarth Tribe, a husband and wife sat next to each other on the bed. They had not spoken to each other, and there was silence between the two. The room looked bright because it came from the torch. “I can’t believe that all the tribe members have been turned into werewolves. Is what happened to us what the Wisdom Tree meant?” said a middle-aged man, who broke the silence, and his expression looked very gloomy.

A slim woman who was next to the head of the Lugthna family remained silent, realizing that she had not been able to find the right words of comfort for her spouse. Norah could only stare at the opposite sex, who looked so down.

“What has the Wisdom Tree told you, my love?” Norah asked softly.

A man who lowered his handsomeness to his eldest son exhaled heavily. Lebrazht could not answer yet, but he covered his face with his palms. Norah was confused about what to do, apart from waiting for an answer from her husband, who was carrying a burden and was reluctant to talk about this matter.

“I never thought that Agtheo’s actions would have a long-term impact on Armen. If only he had not hurt our first son, then the curse that was inflicted by the Goddess Avtexia would not have happened.” The silver-haired man started to answer, but his tone sounded sad. A woman with a sharp nose just listened carefully.

“I love our two sons, but why did Agteho act as he pleases? Did he use his brain before doing something stupid? I wish he had never done that to Armen. I do not know how I will face my father when I die someday. I hope he did not curse me.” The man with thick eyebrows was silent, his face still covered with his palms. Norah dared to rub Herman’s back, and then she carried out this action carefully as if she was afraid of being rejected by the opposite sex. Lebrazht was silent as if deliberately letting his wife do that.

“Do not blame yourself, my love. We never expect disaster to come. No one wanted it. I am sure Dad will not curse or blame you.” Norah tried to cheer up her husband, who was still sad.

“Everything has changed, darling. We are no longer normal humans except for Armen. He will marry the Moon Goddess, and we have no choice but to accept reality. There is no longer the Agbazarth Tribe because they have become one with the pack of wolves.” That hook-nosed man was unable to say more and fell silent again. This situation made his wife feel sorry for him.

“My love.” That was all Norah could say. That woman who had accompanied her husband for thirty-six years hugged Lebrazht as soon as possible. The husband and wife seemed to be drowning in sadness. They hugged each other for a long time, and the man who always obeyed tribal rules began to let go of his life partner’s embrace.

“Thank you, honey.” A man who had a height of one hundred and eighty-five centimetres was grateful because his wife was always loyal to accompany and comfort him in all circumstances. The fifty-two-year-old woman enjoyed hearing those words, forcing herself to smile because she did not want to worry Lebrazht.

“You are welcome, my love. What are we going to do after this? Do you still have to discuss it with the High Priest, or is there something else beyond that?” Norah asked carefully because she did not want to offend her beloved husband’s feelings. The man who was always loyal to his life partner had not yet answered, as if such a question had robbed him of the joy that had just arisen.

“I always have to consult with the High Priest. Following the words of the Moon Goddess, we only wait for news from the goddess, which will be conveyed through the High Priest. If there was any new information, especially regarding my coronation ceremony to become a Lycan King, then I could not avoid what had been determined.” Lebrazht answered his wife’s question, and his expression became sad again.

“Are you ready to accept Goddess Atvertha as our daughter-in-law? I apologize if my question seems impolite.” Norah deliberately said the last sentence, hoping that the person she was talking to would not be angry with her. A man, who was still handsome at fifty-four years old, just nodded, even though, in his heart, he did not like the question.

“Well, ready or not, you and I have to accept everything, including the presence of Goddess Atvertha in our son’s life. Armen will still marry that goddess, even though we definitely want the opposite.” The head of the family tried to let the eldest son marry the girl of his choice. As an ordinary human being, Lebrazht realized that he could not do anything, considering that his fate and that of all the tribe members had changed drastically.

Norah fell silent when she heard her husband’s answer. She confirmed everything Lebrazht said, but the woman still felt something was missing. Not long after, an idea came to mind, so she told Lebrazht about it. “My love. In your opinion, should we ask Armen about his wedding to Goddess Atvertha? We have to prepare everything so that the event runs smoothly.”

“I do not know about that, honey. Maybe I will ask later, or you can do it.” Lebrazht did not know why the discussion about marriage annoyed him, but that man did not want to fight with his wife, even though he was mentally tired.

The atmosphere became quiet again because the slender woman stopped talking. Norah could see that her husband’s expression looked tired, so she was reluctant to continue the conversation. The Chief of Agbazarth blamed himself again, but he did it in his head so his wife could not hear all his complaints.

“I agree, my love. Let’s rest. I am already sleepy.” Norah hugged the husband’s body she loved so much from behind, so this action successfully diverted Lebrazht’s attention.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Honey, do you know what I am thinking?” A man who married at a young age asked the opposite sex. Lebrazht seemed unable to keep all his problems to himself, so he wanted to immediately tell Norah.

“I do not know. Can you tell me, my love?” Norah answered honestly. The long-haired woman even asked back, which made Lebrazht no longer hesitate to tell the story.

“If Agtheo had not done something stupid, then Armen would have survived and would not have met the Moon Goddess. Now, we only have hope left with him. If the last son refuses the woman he has been married to, then Blue will be my successor.” Lebrazht answered Norah’s question, and the woman tightened her embrace.

“I also hope the same, but it is too late. I will try to help so that Agtheo will marry the girl that Goddess Atvertha has chosen. If he denies it, then let me handle that issue. No one can take away your position, my love. I do not care if Agtheo does not like his future wife. He must still marry her.” Norah already had a goal, so she was determined to carry out this action.

Norah’s words comforted Lebrazht. A man with thick eyebrows smiled, even though his wife could not see his face. “I do not know what to do, honey. I trust you with all my heart.”

“You can count on me, my love. All these bad events started with Agtheo. If our last son dares to do anything wrong or runs away on the wedding day, I swear that will teach him a lesson. From the start, Armen was just a victim of his selfish actions. So that later, he met the Moon Goddess. The result was a war of immortal gods and goddesses, so we all have to bear the curse of becoming werewolves. I will never forget this humiliation for the rest of my life, and he has to pay for it.” Norah said seriously, and she was very angry with the young man’s actions.

Suddenly, Norah’s husband remembered Armen’s words, at which the young man was angry because, as a father, Lebrazht did not even punish Agtheo, even though Goddess Atvertha’s lover almost died because of his most immature brother’s action. “I am also confused about how to punish him. Agtheo seldom talks with us, so it is hard to know what is in his heart.”

“The best punishment for Agtheo is that he has to bear all his actions, including the curse of becoming a werewolf. He cannot run away from responsibility, and I will help so our plan succeeds.” A woman, who had a height of one hundred and seventy-two centimetres, supported her spouse with calming words.

Lebrazht has not yet commented on Norah’s remarks. He fell silent and started to feel sleepy. There was no need to wait any longer; that middle-aged man began to yawn and wanted to rest immediately. The hook-nosed man rubbed the back of the hand of the woman he loved. “Honey, I am tired. We would better sleep.”

A woman, who rarely got angry, smiled at the opposite sex, then let go of the hug. Without further ado, Norah lay down on the bed, as did her beloved husband. They looked at each other amidst the torchlight that was still shining in the room. “Good night, my love,” said the wife softly.

“Goodnight, honey.” Lebrazht kissed his beloved lifetime partner’s forehead, making the woman smile. The husband and wife hugged each other, and a few minutes later, a man with two sons fell asleep soundly. However, something different happened to Norah, who was still awake, because she remembered all the conversations with the opposite sex.

“I will not let my love’s throne just disappear. This is all because of Agtheo. We have lived comfortably as humans, but instead, it was ruined by his stupidity. If he had not acted stupidly, then Armen would never have met the immortal goddess. I must be able to make Agtheo obey all my wishes, including forcing my son to marry a girl who has become his destiny. I will do anything to make them come true!” Norah muttered tenderly. She closed her eyes while still hugging her lovely man.

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