Chapter 171
Nyssa pov
It was dark.
I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything. The only thing I could do was feel.
Feel as I stood frozen, trapped and unable to move, my heart pounding hard against my chest as a wave of dread washed over me. I struggled to make sense of everything that had happened today.
I had been locked in a room filled with nothing but paintings. I had discovered that Sandra was the moon goddess all along. I had been thrown into the body of the woman I’d been seeing in my visions and dreams–Liana, the late mate of Darius.
And now, here I was… standing in a place swallowed by nothing but darkness.
I tried to move, or even open my mouth to say something, anything but I couldn’t. Yet as the seconds passed, the space around me began to shift. Tiny dots of light slowly appeared in my vision, faint at first, then spreading rapidly as I inhaled sharply. The once darkened void grew brighter and brighter until, with a single blink, the entire space was enveloped in light.
Nothing but light.
But it was enough to ease me, enough to let the tension in my body fade and the fear lessen.
I could see.
My gaze flickered downward, landing on my feet, still glued to the ground. I narrowed my eyes, frustration rising at the fact that I still couldn’t move at all.
What was happening? Wasn’t I just in Liana’s body?
I remembered passing out… but where was I now?
“Hey, can you hear me, Sheila? You can hear me, right? Where are we… w–what’s going on?” I asked through the mindlink, my voice cracking as I
desperately tried to reach her. But just as I feared, there was no response.
Silence.
She didn’t say anything. She had gone completely quiet, and the corners of my lips tugged downward into a frown as I stared at the endless white space.
“Sheila, answer me. This isn’t the time to joke-”
But before I could finish, something happened. Something that left me utterly speechless.
The white space in front of me began to shift, flowing like water as it changed into colors and shapes. First the sky, then grass, and then two human figures slowly began to take form before my eyes. It was like watching a scene from a movie unfold right in front of me.
And as the figures sharpened into focus, a sharp gasp escaped my lips, I recognized them.
A man in a white shirt and trousers.
A woman in a flowing white dress, smiling as she gazed at him.
“Hey, my name is Liana. You must be Prince Darius. It seems… we are mates.”
The woman spoke, and I blinked in stunned disbelief as she extended her hand toward him, an excited glint shimmering in her eyes.
And Darius…
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Well, never in my life did I think I’d see a stunned–looking Darius with wide, unblinking eyes as he stared at the woman before him in awe. His face flushed with the faintest hint of pink as, slowly, he reached out and clasped her hand, a grin tugging at his lips.
“Yes…” he muttered under his breath. “It seems we are.”
Liana’s grin only widened at his words, and my heart pounded violently against my chest as I watched. But before I could even begin to comprehend what I was seeing, the Scene shifted, changing into something else entirely.
Now, Darius and Liana were seated beneath a tree in a quiet garden at night, the sky stretched above them, stars shimmering like jewels. Their eyes sparkled just as brightly, their smiles soft and warm as they leaned closer to one another.
“This is our first date. It feels so nice here with you, Darius. I’m really happy to be close to you like this,” Liana whispered with a smile, resting her head gently against his chest.
As I watched, the air around me grew heavier, pressing down on me until I couldn’t breathe. My lungs tightened, every breath feeling suffocating.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Even more wrong than anything that had happened to me today.
These visions… what were they? Why was I seeing them? What did they mean?
A thousand questions clawed at me, but I couldn’t voice a single one. My mouth opened and closed, yet no sound came out.
Then the pain hit, sharp and unbearable. My head felt as though it were splitting in two, the ache so brutal I swore I could feel my skull throbbing from
the inside out.
I wanted to close my eyes and scream, but I couldn’t even do that. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the images before me.
And then it shifted again.
Darius and Liana at the wedding altar, taking their vows, sharing a kiss, smiling at each other as if they were the only ones in the world, as if nothing else
mattered.
Ahhh! Oh, Goddess. My head… it felt like it was about to explode as I watched, like I wasn’t just witnessing these scenes but having them branded into
me, forced to take in every single detail.
The image shifted again, Darius and Liana, living happily, surrounded by everyone. His father. His mother. His brother, Dalton.
Everyone was happy. Darius had nothing to worry about except his mate, and supporting his brother, the crown prince. But then everything spiraled downhill so quickly.
The crowning ceremony.
The day Dalton was meant to be crowned Lycan King. But the Moon Goddess did not choose him, she chose Darius, his younger brother.
From that day forward, the bond between them fractured. The warmth they once shared was gone. And though Darius felt guilty, even though he never wanted to be king, he had no choice but to bear the heavy responsibility laid upon him.
“Everything will be okay, my king. I’m sure your brother will come to understand. Don’t blame yourself,”
Liana had told Darius with a smile, her hand gently cupping his cheek. But she was wrong.
Nothing was fine.
After the death of Darius’s parents, the rift between the brothers only deepened. And soon… that day came.
“How could you do this?! How could you do this to him?! He trusted you, Dalton!”
Liana’s voice broke as she lay in a pool of her own blood, staring at the man before her with tears in her eyes.
This time, I saw him clearly, a man who looked so much like Darius, only slightly older. And in his hand, he held a dagger.
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One I recognized all too well…
The very dagger I had once used to end my own life, the same one I had stabbed my chest with.
