Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon

Chapter 122: 122. Gown from the past

The look on Mrs Spencer’s face speaks of fright, uncertainty and a lot of fear, as she kept quiet for a while.

"Old friend, what exactly do you mean by your statement?" Hadizah asked as she curiously looked at her.

"The new prophecy is very similar to the previous one and I hate to believe that Maria is the one the prophecy is talking about... But, I am afraid it seems so!" Mrs Spencer explained, as she still had a worried look on her face.

"Hmm... So, what do we do about this?" Hadizah the witch asked, with a stern look into her friend’s eyes.

"I don’t know what exactly to do... How do I explain this to her and also talk to Laura about it?" With a confused expression on her face, Mrs Spencer uttered those words with both hands placed on her forehead.

"What’s even the work of Laura around Maria?" Hadizah asked.

"The destiny of the both of them is interwoven with each other and none of them can survive except if they work together... Laura only knows that Maria needs help, but she’s not aware of their destiny and fate coming together!" Mrs Spencer explained calmly to Hadizah.

Hadassah had a very shocked look on her face, as Mrs Spencer told her about what she just explained now.

"When did you find out this and why haven’t you talked about it to Laura?" With curiosity on her face, Hadizah inquired.

"Right from when they were both kids, we knew about Maria’s existence and I was given the mandate to look for the other one that holds the same fate as Maria according to the prophecy... Laura is the only one that could control her rage, but Maria’s power is getting too strong; so it’s going to be very hard for anyone to control her!" Mrs Spencer further explained to Hadizah.

After the exploration, things became more clear to Hadizah and for some seconds, she was speechless.

"But I also feel like you are not allowing Laura to practice her power to the highest strength... Why is that so?" Hadizah said and asked.

"No matter how strong I allow Laura to practice her power, she can never be as strong as Maria... The only thing she can do, for now, is to be around her and always try to know what her next moves are by listening to her thoughts and mind!" Mrs Spencer said calmly, as she looked unhappy.

"I never thought this day would come or a day like this will come, that I will be so scared of the terror that awaits us all in a girl that I so much wish the best for and believes she can be the opportunity of the prophecy!" Mrs Spencer said as she sounded in a regretful manner and with a dull facial expression.

"So what do you think we can do to bring to an end this fear and terror that is bound to happen?" Hadizah asked.

"If you are in my shoes, what exactly will you do, old friend?" Mrs Spencer replied to Hadizah’s question with another question.

"Honestly, I don’t think I know what to do... We will have to return to the place of the righteous ones to seek the face of the spirits and know what their minds speak!" Hadizah said and also advised with her last statement.

"I think that’s exactly what we need to do... Thanks a lot, friend, I appreciate your presence here with me!" Mrs Spencer thanked her, and they both smiled at each other.

***

Maria had set her alarm for exactly 4 p.m. before falling asleep. When the alarm rang, she jolted awake, energized and ready for the evening that lay ahead. Her heart beat with anticipation.

Today felt different. Something important was about to unfold, and she wanted to be part of every moment.

Without wasting time, she jumped out of bed and headed straight into the bathroom. As warm water ran down her skin, she couldn’t help but imagine how everything would go that day—the retrieval of the staff of office, the ceremonial roles, and perhaps, something even deeper waiting in the shadows.

After bathing, she wrapped herself in a towel and returned to her room. Her hands moved quickly, yet carefully, as she retrieved the beautiful gown from her wardrobe. She laid it gently on the bed, her eyes tracing every shimmer of the stones that decorated it.

Just as she was about to dress, a knock sounded on the door.

She paused and looked over her shoulder. "Who is it?" she called, her voice firm.

"It’s me, Bernard. I want to talk to you," came his calm reply from the other side.

Maria frowned slightly, unsure whether to let him in. The last thing she wanted was Bernard walking in on her dressed in only a towel. But then again, today was important for him too. She doubted he’d come with any mischief in mind. noveldrama

After a few seconds of hesitation, she walked to the door and opened it slightly. Bernard stood there, not ogling her or trying to peek, just standing respectfully.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Maria asked, her voice laced with caution, her expression unreadable.

"I just... I wanted to thank you," Bernard said quietly. "For not giving up on me. Even when I was acting like a fool, losing the good side of me—you didn’t stop believing I could be better. You held on. Thank you, Maria."

Maria blinked. She hadn’t expected that. His voice carried a softness she wasn’t used to, and there was no sarcasm, no smugness. Just sincerity.

What struck her even more was what he did next. He turned around, without waiting for praise or expecting anything in return, and headed toward the door.

"Bernard," she called, stopping him.

He turned back, his eyes meeting hers.

"For everyone, there is both good and darkness," she said, her voice steady, her eyes serious. "Whatever happens today—whenever you find yourself holding power—choose the good. Let that define you."

He didn’t speak, but he nodded once, a firm, grateful nod that said more than words. Then he quietly left the room.

Maria stood still for a moment, her thoughts tangled in emotions she didn’t expect. Bernard is changing... and I was never expecting him to say such words. I just hope I won’t be the one to finally hurt him. She sighed, shaking the thought away. It was time to dress.

She walked back to the bed and picked up the gown. As she slipped it on, she felt transformed. The fabric draped perfectly over her frame. Each step she took made the fine stones glisten under the soft light in her room. It was beyond beautiful—it was enchanting.

When she looked at the clock again, it was almost 5 p.m.

Maria took a deep breath, smoothed the fabric down over her hips, and stepped out of her room. As she descended the staircase, the glittering gown caught the attention of everyone in the living room.

Conversations halted. Heads turned. Eyes widened.

Maria walked gracefully into the room, and the silence was loud enough to make her heart pound. She saw Beta Gilbert, Luna Victoria, Bernard, and a few elders present. But it was Luna Victoria’s stunned expression that pulled Maria’s attention.

The older woman stood up slowly, her mouth parted slightly in disbelief. "Where did you get Luna Catherine’s gown from?" she asked, her voice almost breathless.

Maria froze.

"Luna Catherine?" she echoed softly.

Luna Victoria stepped forward, eyes fixed on the gown. "That dress," she said, her voice gaining strength. "That’s not just any ceremonial gown. It belonged to Luna Catherine, your mother. It was made for her by the elders on the night she was declared Luna, just before she married your father."

Maria’s lips parted in shock. She glanced down at the gown again, and suddenly, the soft shimmer of the stones, the elegance of the fabric—everything took on new meaning.

"I didn’t know," Maria whispered. "Mr. Frederick sent it to me in a parcel. He said it was for protection... that I should wear it to the staff of office."

Luna Victoria turned to Beta Gilbert, then back to Maria. "This gown disappeared after your parents’ death. No one could find it. We thought it was lost forever. For it to appear now... and on you—it’s not a coincidence."

Maria swallowed hard. She didn’t know whether to feel scared, honored, or both.

Beta Gilbert stepped closer, nodding thoughtfully. "The spirits are aligning. The rightful bloodline calls. This confirms what we’ve been suspecting."

Bernard looked at Maria, his expression unreadable. Whether it was shock, confusion, or admiration—she couldn’t tell. He simply stared at her as though seeing her for the first time.

Maria lowered her gaze, suddenly overwhelmed. This wasn’t just a beautiful dress. It was part of her mother’s legacy. A symbol of power, of honor... and maybe even fate.

"I didn’t know," she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You don’t need to," Luna Victoria replied gently. "The spirits did. That’s enough."

Maria nodded slowly, still processing everything.

"Are you ready?" Beta Gilbert asked, breaking the silence. "We should begin the journey to retrieve the staff."

Maria took one final look around the room. Everyone seemed different now—quieter, more reverent. All because of the gown. All because of who she might be.

"Yes," she said, standing tall. "I’m ready."

And for the first time that day, she truly meant it...