Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Nyssa pov
Sadness.
That was what I saw in his eyes. Despite the anger, despite the rage, it was there, raw and unhidden.
Eyes clouded with pain and heartache as he stared up at the moon goddess.
I knew exactly who he was talking about.
His late mate… the one who had died.
As I stared at Darius, my heart felt like it was about to shatter from the force of its beating.
Before I even realized it, that familiar ache bloomed in my chest, an overwhelming sadness crashing over me. It felt as if I was mourning something too, though I had no idea what.
“Sheila… why does it hurt so much?” I asked, my hand clenching over my chest as I stared at Darius. “Why does it hurt seeing him like this? I don’t like him–no… I hate him, I despise him, so why… why is my heart aching like this?”
Sheila didn’t respond right away. For a brief moment, there was only silence. Then I heard her soft, uncertain voice.
“1… I don’t know,” she whispered, and I frowned, watching as Darius’s breathing grew faster, his voice trembling with rage.
“Because I was picked as the king… because of that, he got his revenge and plotted with those bastards to take her life. Because of that… I lost my-
He froze, the words dying on his lips. My eyes flicked to his clenched fists, my frown deepening when I saw blood dripping from between his fingers.
He was really hurting.
Before I knew what I was doing, my hand reached out, I almost took hold of his, if not for the goddess’s voice snapping me out of my daze. My hand froze
mid–way.
“What happened…” she whispered under her breath, and when I looked at her, I found her eyes fixed on my outstretched hand.
“Was fate”
“Fate?” Darius scoffed at her words, his voice sharp.
She nodded, turning her gaze back to him.
“It was fate that your beloved mate died. It wasn’t entirely because you took the position instead of your brother.”
She met Darius’s gaze head–on, her head tilting slightly
“Even if you hadn’t become the Lycan King, your brother would still see you as a threat because you possess immense power, because you hold the strongest wolf, far stronger than any of your ancestors ever had. Tell me, do you think you would be spared? That your mate would be spared if you had refused the throne? No, Darius. You becoming the Lycan King only delayed that tragedy. And as you know, fate cannot be changed, not by anyone, not even by me. It had to run its course. Every living being’s fate is decided the moment it is born.”
Darius’s eyes narrowed, his frown deepening at her words, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he lowered his gaze, and I knew, he knew, that there was nothing left to argue.
The goddess was right.,
No one had power over fate.
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Chapter 117
Fate wasn’t an entity or a deity. It was a force, and it always ran its course.
“Darius… I know that you are hurt, but”
Before she could finish, Darius’s expression shifted in the blink of an eye.
The familiar coldness returned, replacing the anger, and I watched as he leaned back into his seat, cutting her off
“That is not the reason I wanted to speak to you. I want to ask… how can she break the curse? What do I have to do?”
I froze as his gaze slid to me, making me swallow hard. I swear, if it wasn’t for the fact that I was currently scared out of my mind, I would have been shocked by how boldly he spoke to the goddess.
Yet, the goddess didn’t seem to mind. She simply ran a hand through her hair and shrugged lazily.
“Why are you asking me that? I do not know,” she said with a smile, and Darius’s eyes immediately darkened.
“What do you mean? You promised to answer my questions,” Darius hissed, but she only chuckled.
“Well, I didn’t say I would answer that specific question, did I?”
As soon as the words left her lips, Darius growled menacingly at her, but she didn’t seem the least bit concerned. She simply stretched with a lazy grace and let out a soft yawn.
“Well, your time is up. I can’t spend too long in a human’s body, so I have to leave now. Whatever answer you seek, in time, you shall figure it out,” she said, smiling warmly at Darius, who only glared coldly at her.
Before I could react, her gaze flicked to me, and she grinned widely before speaking.
“And for you, my child… it seems you are curious about something. But whatever you seek is actually right in front of you, if you look closer.”
I lifted a brow in confusion, and for the briefest moment, I saw her eyes flicker to my wrist. But before I could think too much about it, the swirling mist vanished instantly, the light began to flicker again, and I watched as Dorothy’s body jerked backward.
Almost instinctively, I rushed forward and caught her before she could fall onto the table.
Dorothy groaned softly as I pulled her toward me, her eyelids trembling as she tried to force them open. When she finally did, I found myself staring into her familiar brown eyes.
“Mmm…” she whimpered, her gaze locking on mine. Slowly, a weak smile curved her lips, and she murmured under her breath,
“My lady, did you speak to the goddess? Did she answer your questions?”
She spoke so weakly that I almost missed it. Instinctively, I turned to Darius, only for the world to freeze when I met his cold, piercing gaze fixed on me.
At that moment, as I stared at him, I couldn’t help but feel it in my bones, everything had just gotten a whole lot more complicated, especially now that knew why Darius had brought me to this pack.
