Chapter 133
Nyssa pov
A dream? A vision? An illusion?
I couldn’t care less what it was anymore, I didn’t want to know why I was seeing things that had nothing to do with me, and I certainly didn’t want to find out. Something deep in the back of my mind whispered that if I dug too far, I’d uncover something I wasn’t ready for–something that could change everything. So I decided not to care.
But what I couldn’t ignore, what infuriated me to my very core was the force that kept slamming into me as if it had at personal vendetta..
I hated it.
Whenever it hit me, it wasn’t physical pain I felt. No, it was as though my very soul was being ripped apart, shoved backward, and it hurt so badly that I felt it in the deepest, rawest parts of me.
And now, as Zayn carefully inspected me, his face inches away as he studied one eye for a brief moment before moving to the other, my body still felt weak, stiff, and ached as though I had been running around all day.
I could feel everyone’s gazes on me, but most of all his gaze, the man sitting at the edge of the window, eyes fixed on me in complete silence.
But I ignored him. I tried not to look his way because I knew if I did, I’d end up staring, and I didn’t want to. I was pissed.
I had heard his words clearly right before my eyes had snapped open.
“Is there a way to at least keep her breathing for a while?”
That was what he had said, heartlessly. And I wasn’t dumb, I knew he only wanted me alive for now so he could find a way
to break the curse.
The corner of my lips curved into a sneer, and my gaze hardened.
What a heartless monster! Was that really the first thing he thought of when he heard I couldn’t wake up?
But why was I even surprised? This man could watch me die in front of him and not even blink. I was only alive right now because I was useful.
Even after spending the night with him, I couldn’t forget that this was the Lycan King we were talking about.
Cruel, ruthless, cold, and cursed.
I shouldn’t forget that, No matter what
Before I could stop myself, my gaze instinctively flickered to Darius, and my heart pounded heavily against my chest as I met his almost empty gaze, still staring at me the same way he had since the moment I woke up.
I couldn’t look away. And as we both stared at each other, those words flashed in my mind once again, making my breath. hitch.
Chapter 133
“R–remember him… Remember who he is to you, remember, please.“”
Then, the image of the bleeding woman, so close to death’s door flashed in my mind, and an unexplainable acha Puttered in my chest as the memory came back vividly.
The way the blond soaked her white dress, staining it red.
The look of betrayal and hurt in her eyes as she stared at the man before her.
And the clear, devastating heartbreak as she looked at me and whispered those words.
Remember him.
I had seen her. She had seen me. And she had spoken to me.
For some reason, something told me that she was the body I was usually in whenever I had those dreams, but I had never seen her before. Not in my past life, and not in this one, so why…
I watched Darius narrow his eyes at me, tilting his head slightly, but before I could think more on it, Zayn’s voice cut through the air. I shifted my attention to him as he placed my hand back on the bed, removing his glasses as he spoke.
“Well, Miss, thankfully, you seem to be fine. There’s nothing wrong with you. I’d say you simply fainted for no reason after all or maybe it was just stress and the new environment. Who knows?” he said with a small smile.
-out.
I stared at him, but before I could say anything, Serena’s voice rang out.
“Oh goddess, thank you, Sir Zayn! The miss is fine, right? There’s nothing wrong with her?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Zayn and I turned our attention to her, seeing her on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried, with the packhouse maid, Isabella, standing behind her.
I raised a brow, a little surprised that she was crying, but then again, she must have been scared.
“Ah… yes, she is,” Zayn replied with an awkward smile at Serena’s tears.
I cleared my throat and forced a weak smile.
“I’m fine, Serena. I was just tired, that’s all,” I lied, knowing full well I hadn’t lost consciousness from exhaustion. But | wasn’t about to let anyone know that I was hallucinating and having strange dreams.
“Miss…” Serena whispered softly, but Sandra’s voice cut through, silencing her.
“It must have been because of the trip from the Moonfang pack to our pack. That’s probably why the miss is tired. You should stop crying, Serena.”
My gaze flickered to Sandra. Despite the fact that she was speaking to Serena, her eyes were fixed etched on her face. For a brief moment, it felt as though she was looking straight through me, as if thought in my head.
a small smile
Lould read every
Serena sniffed, and though her tears still streamed down her cheeks, she finally stopped crying, staring at me with worried
eyes.
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“Yes, you’re right, Sandra. It’s just stress. I’m really fine, I reassured her.
“Mhm, that seems to be the case. She just needs to rest,” Zayn cut in, and i watched as he began sorthling vreeting
as habe down in his notes.
“But just in case, I’ll prepare some medicine for her. She’ll need to eat first, he added, and I caught the sight at th lips as he said the last words. “From the way her stomach kept growing even in her sleep, don’t think that
yet.”
As soon as he said this, my face turned bright pink, and I quickly looked away, refusing to say anything
But Sandra spoke up.
“I see, Sir Zayn, We’ll prepare something light for the miss,” she said, and Zayn hummed in response
“Serena, Isabella. You two should follow me,” Sandra instructed firmly
Serena looked at me for a brief moment, and I could tell she wanted to argue, to stay by my side. But instead, she wises her tears, stood up from the floor, and echoed softly,
“Yes, Miss Sandra.”
I watched as the three women lowered their heads respectfully to Darius, who hadn’t uttered a single word before turning
to leave the room.
Almost immediately, Zayn rose to his feet with a pleasant smile.
“I’ll go and prepare the medicine now. Please don’t get up until then,” he said, then turned toward Darius, lowering his
lco
head.
“I will be leaving, my king.”
But Darius didn’t acknowledge him, not even with a glance. Zayn left the room, the door closing softly behind him, leaving only the two of us.
As soon as the silence settled, I swallowed hard, my gaze drifting to the emotionless man sitting across from me.
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