Chapter 167
Chapter 167
Nyssa pov
I was bored.
Utterly bored, with nothing to do around here. I lay on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling, my arms and legs sprawled out, the only sound in the room the slow ticking of the clock echoing around me.
Yesterday, after meeting with Ella, I had stayed in my room all day, doing my best to keep as far away from that girl as possible. Serena, Isabella, and had spent the day together, playing cards, chatting about trivial things. Mostly, Serena spoke about the outside world to Isabella, while Isabella shared stories about the Lunaris Dominion.
After the Serena incident, Isabella had taken to staying by my side. It almost felt as though she had become my second personal attendant, and since Serena had no complaints, I didn’t see anything wrong with it. She was a nice girl, after all.
But when it was dinner time and I had gone downstairs to eat, Darius wasn’t there once again.
Cassian and Drake were both there, and when I had asked them nonchalantly why Darius wasn’t eating with us, they said he was busy and didn’t want to
eat.
I hadn’t thought much of it, why would I? It wasn’t like I cared about that man, right?
But then today, again, I went to the dining table for breakfast, and he still wasn’t there.
Perhaps it was because, while I ate, I kept glancing back at Darius’s chair without meaning to. Cassian had told me he was busy again and wouldn’t be 2 coming.
I had laughed at the time, asking why he was telling me, insisting I didn’t want to know. But now…
As I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, three things occupied my mind.
Firstly, how boring everything was. Secondly, why wasn’t he eating? Was he really so busy he couldn’t eat?
And thirdly… why on earth did I care about him? About whether he ate, about whether I saw him or not?
I reached out, placing a hand over my chest, narrowing my eyes at the ceiling.
Why does this place feel empty? Like a part of me is missing.
I frowned, trying to figure out what was going on with me, but the next second, I heard that familiar, annoying voice in my head.
“Why?” Sheila asked, her voice dripping with amusement, and I instantly pulled my hand away from my chest, rolling my eyes at what was sure to come.
“Well, I’ll tell you, Nyssa. That’s because you’ve already fallen for Darius, our mate. His absence makes everything boring, you want to see him.”
She said, and I didn’t waste a second cutting off the connection, rolling my eyes with a scoff at her words.
Yeah, right.
What was the goddess even thinking when she paired me with this idiot?
I could hear her growl at my thoughts, snapping,
“Hey! Who are you calling an idiot? I am a white wolf-”
I cut her off before she could continue and ran a hand through my hair, shutting my eyes and trying to ignore the hard pounding of my heartbeat. I needed to focus on anything else, because I wasn’t exactly in the best mood.
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Serena and Isabella weren’t even here.
Serena had been called in by Cassian for questioning, so they could gather more information about Kieran’s whereabouts, and Isabella had been summoned by Sandra to help with something, which explained why I was left alone.
I shook my head and inhaled deeply, telling myself not to think about it, at least try to nap if I had nothing else to do. But just as I was about to, a knock
sounded on the door.
I arched a brow, shifting my gaze toward it before muttering a quick, “Come in,” thinking it was Isabella since Serena didn’t really knock.
But when the door opened, it wasn’t Isabella.
It was a woman I didn’t recognize, dressed in a maid’s outfit.
“Good afternoon, miss.”
She stepped inside, her voice dripping with respect, her head bowed low.
I blinked in confusion but sat up straighter on the bed, pushing strands of hair back before offering a polite smile.
“Good afternoon,” I greeted back, and she immediately lowered her head again.
“I apologize for disturbing you, but the Lycan King requests your presence. He wishes to meet you, my lady,” she said, never once lifting her gaze to meet
mine.
I didn’t think much about her behavior, especially after hearing that Darius wanted to see me.
My eyes widened, and before I knew it, a smile spread across my face. I shot up from the bed, hand covering my mouth as if to hide the grin.
“Really? He wants to see me?” I asked.
Still with her head bowed, she replied, “Yes, my lady. He asked me to bring you to the chamber he uses.”
My smile widened, though I quickly forced it down, clearing my throat and straightening my voice.
“Alright. Thank you. Wait outside the door for a moment, I want to do something quickly.”
She nodded and quietly slipped out of the room.
The moment she was gone, I broke into an even wider grin before hurrying to the cabinet. Pulling it open, I grabbed my hairbrush and ran it through my hair while staring into the mirror. Then, tossing it aside, I reached for my makeup bag and did what I could with my face.
I couldn’t help but be grateful that I’d cut off my connection with Sheila, because knowing her, she would definitely have something irritating to say right
now.
Exactly a minute later, I was ready and walking behind the maid. Since she had said it was a room that Darius usually spent his time in and not the one where we had sex, she led the way, guiding me through different corridors until we finally stopped in front of a large silver door.
As she moved aside, I stared at the door in awe.
It was bigger than any I had seen so far. Unlike the first door, which was gold, this one was entirely silver and somehow it looked even more expensive than gold itself.
While I stood there, lost in thought, the maid’s voice broke through beside me.
“Please step in, the king is waiting for you inside,” she said.
Snapping out of my daze, I turned to her and noticed her head still lowered. Assuming she was just being shy, I smiled lightly and nodded. She stepped forward, opened the door, and I walked inside.
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The moment I did, I froze, my eyes widening in shock as I took in the sight before me.
This was Darius’s room?
But… there was no bed, no closet, nothing at all. The only things in the room were paintings, each one draped beneath a white cloth. Dozens of them. couldn’t count them all, but there had to be at least twenty.
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Just as I was about to turn back and ask the maid if she’d brought me to the wrong place, the door slammed shut behind me, followed by the sharp click of a lock.
A shaky breath escaped me. Spinning around, I rushed to the door and grabbed the doorknob, twisting it desperately.
“Hey! What are you doing? Why did you lock me in here? Open the door!” I shouted, yanking harder.
But to my disbelief, the door really had been locked from the outside
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