Revival 64_Rebirth: Fated to the Lycan King

Chapter 64 

 Nyssa pov

 I wasn’t sure how I did it, but just in the nick of time, I barely dodged the dagger aimed straight at my head. It was as though the world had slowed down as I ducked, watching in both horror and disbelief as the de sliced through strands of my hair and lodged itself into the headboard behind me. 

 My lips parted in shock, but no words came out. I jerked my body back, staring at the dagger before instinctively reaching up to my head, then slowly turning to look at the indifferent bastard sitting in front of me. 

 What the actual hell…

 For a brief moment, neither of us spoke. Silence settled thickly in the room, stretching on for what felt like an eternity until I finally snapped.

 “Are you freaking crazy?!” I roared, pointing at the deranged maniac in front of me.

 “Are you insane?! You almost killed me, oh my goddess! So you didn’t want to reject me, you wanted to kill me instead?!”

 But even as I screamed at him, his expression didn’t change. He simply tilted his head slightly, watching me with that same cold indifference, </bpletely unbothered.

 “You’re the crazy one, Nyssa! Do you want to get us killed?!” She scolded in my head. “Do you even know who you’re yelling at? That’s the Lycan King! He could change his mind and kill you just for speaking to him like that!”

 I rolled my eyes at her words, scoffing.

 “Kill me? Are you blind, She? He was literally just about to kill me.”

 She sighed.

 “No, Nyssa. he wasn’t…”

 “You have a wolf,” he stated–more an answer than a question, the corner of his lips curving into a humorless smirk as he gazed at me.

 “W–what?” I stammered in confusion, watching as he leaned forward slightly.

 “No wolfless person could dodge that attack, no matter how well–trained they are. If you were truly wolfless like you im, your head would’ve been rolling on the floor before you even blinked. Yet you narrowly escaped the de… which means you’re not wolfless.” 

 My eyes widened, not because he figured it out, but because of the terrifying realization that if I had truly been wolfless, I would’ve been dead. Gone.

 T–this man was really ruthless. No, scratch that. He was something worse. He was a devil.

 This only proved he didn’t care whether I lived or died. If I survived, it was only because I had a white wolf.

 “So tell me…” he hummed, rising to his feet and tucking his hands casually into his pockets. “What were you saying about being wolfless?” 

 My heart pounded so violently it felt like it might burst from my chest. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, ready to lie, ready to argue that it was all just a misunderstanding but before I could utter a word, a startled gasp escaped me as Darius suddenly appeared in front of me, stopping just inches away.

 My eyes widened as I found him leaning toward me, his face dangerously close to mine, his gaze locked on me without a single hint of emotion.

 “My patience is wearing thin, little she–wolf. If you don’t speak the truth right now, I might as well end your life here and everyone else’s for your disrespect,” he warned. “Don’t assume I’m easy to speak to just because you’re my mate.” 

 For a brief moment, his eyes shed a terrifying shade of white, and I stared at him, almost breathless.

 His eyes… they were ancient, yet they held something in their depths. Something that made me want to kneel before him and lower my head in submission. I knew, almost instantly, that it was his aura at y.

 My breathing turned shallow, </bing out in light pants, and I lowered my gaze, trying to hide the trembling in my hands as I looked away.

 Oh goddess, why was I getting this scared?

 “You answer me when I speak to you,” he said, and I stiffened as I felt him tilt my head up, forcing me to meet his eyes. 

 For a moment, I wanted to lean into his touch, to close my eyes and give in to the strange pull I felt toward this man but I quickly snapped out of it, leaning back and swallowing nervously as I spoke.

 “1-1…” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

 Since he had already figured out the truth, I realized there was no point in lying and She seemed to agree as her voice echoed in my mind.

 “Just tell him the truth. He already knows. If you don’t, you’ll only make him angrier,” she warned, making me frown before I let out a frustrated sigh.

 “Well, it’s not like I have a choice, do I?” I mumbled, then lifted my head to look at Darius with a serious expression.

 “I apologize, my king. I’ve been nothing but rude to you, but I was terrified when you threw that dagger at me. Please, forgive me for my impudence,” I said.

 But his expression didn’t change, so I cut straight to the point.

 “You’re right, my king. I am not wolfless. I only discovered this recently and didn’t know how to tell anyone, so I kept it a

 secret.”

 I watched as his eyes narrowed slightly, studying me. He leaned back and folded his arms.

 “When did you find out?” he asked.

 “This week, my king,” I answered without hesitation.

 He frowned, his gaze locked on me as though trying to determine if I was telling the truth. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.

 “So… you’re the white wolf from that day. The one who ran away from me.”

 I nodded, tightening my grip on the sheets, suddenly feeling nervous.

 I knew Darius didn’t want to reject me and I had a feeling it wasn’t just because I was a white wolf. There was something more to it. Something deeper.

 And something told me that She knew exactly what it was.

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 “I see,” he hummed, then stepped back, moving away from me. He returned to his seat and sank into it, his gaze never leaving mine.

 Then, without a hint of emotion, he said something that made my breath hitch and sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine.

 “Strip and shift for me, little she–wolf.”

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Revival 64