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    If the Embeng packhouse wasrge, then the Lunaris Dominion was enormous


    Twasn’t even exaggerating when I said my jaw almost hitt


    ost hit the ground <b>as </b>i stared at the building in front of me


    You’d think that an Alpha’s daughter wouldn’t be amazed by these kinds of things anymore, considering I’d seen a lot of extravagant things that money could buy but never in my life did I think I’d see a packhouse that was three times the size of the one back home,


    What the hell… How rich was this <b>man</b>?


    As I stood there with Serena beside me, I wasn’t the only one thinking that.


    Serena’s mouth had practically reached the ground <b>as </b>she gawked at the mansion <b>before </b>us.


    “Miss–Miss, this is so huge Is this only the packhouse, or is it also used for something else?” Serena asked, breathless.


    I couldn’t answer <b>because </b>I didn’t know either.


    But judging by how many guards were stationed at the entrance and the maids who weed Darius, <b>Cassian</b>, Drake, and Zayn as they stopped inside. I’d say it was just the packhouse.


    Then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised.


    Darius was the <b>Lycan </b>King, a man who had lived longer than anyone could remember. Of course he didn’t only have power… He had immense wealth


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    But strangely<b>, </b>something felt off.


    I felt nervous for some reason, <b>and </b>my heart beat faster


    More than anything, it was the sudden, intense sense of <b>déjà </b><b>vu </b>that made everything feel… wrong


    -Serena… Have I been here before?” I asked, muttering under my breath.


    Serena turned <b>to </b>look at me, confused


    “Here?” she asked, just <b>as </b>my eyes fixed on the massive building ahead.


    My vision began to blur, slowly distorting and for the briefest moment, I saw a hazy figure–of a woman in a yellow sundress running out of the building.ughter echoing behind her as a man chased after her.


    The man’sughter…


    I felt both foreign and familiar at the same time.


    Like I had heard it before and yet hadn’t.


    “No, Miss. You haven’t been here before You’ve been to a lot of packs, but over here. The king hasn’t allowed anyone in.. you okay, mydy?”


    Serena’s voice wasced with concern <b>as </b>blinked and the vision vanished, returning everything to normal


    I turned to her, blinking out of my date.


    But before I could say a word, another voice cut in


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    Aut turned toward the sound, I found an elderly women dressed nearly in a formal gown, lowering her head in respecE 1)


    Beside has stood two younger gis, their headshowed in the same respectful manner, mirroring the woman


    “Good afternoon, Miss. My site is Sandra, I am the head muid of the ty


    e lycan King’s packhouse,” she said, slowly lifting her head to meet my eyes.


    And when she did, I was momentarily taken aback because the woman had white eyes. She was blind.


    Yet the corners of her mouth lugged into a warm smile, her gaze fired on mine as though she could see me clearty


    “I am in charge of keeping the packhouse in order and attending to the king, and everyone’s needs. So you ever require anything. Miss, am the one to


    I didn’t respond immediately, still shaken by the earlier vision and the overwhelming déjà vu


    My mind felt scattered.


    Then Serena leaned in and whispered into my ear.


    Ms… she’s speaking to you.”


    I quickly snapped out of it and offered Sandra <b>a </b>polite smile.


    “Good afternoon. Forgive me–the ride hereft me a bit tired. My name is Nyssa. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sandra“


    From the corner <b>of </b>my eye, I noticed the disdainful look the two maids beside her threw my way.


    But I chose to ignore it as <b>Sandra’s </b>smile <b>only </b>widened.


    “Lunderstand, Miss. You must be exhausted. Please, follow me so I can show you to your rooms,” she said kindly


    Serena and I exchanged <b>a </b>quick nce as Sandra tur


    and then we followed her inside.


    As we walked, I shifted my gaze to the guards stationed silently around the packhouse.


    Their eyes were fixed straight ahead, their posture rigid and disciplined.


    Even just looking at them, in their precise formation, I could easily tell they were far stronger than the guards back home.


    Which was a good thing, if you asked me


    It meant that if something ever happened at the Emberfang Pack, we might actually stand a chance with the Lunaris Dominion behind us.


    I pulled my gate away from the guards as we stepped into the packhouse, and if the outside had already left me stunned and breathless, then the inside was no exception


    Everything screamed wealth, from the décor to the artifacts on the tables, to the artwork on the walls.


    If I had to <b>describe </b>Darius’s packhouse in three words, they would be gold, ancient, and modern


    As I stood there, eyes wide with awe, I never imagined that an ancient style and modern design could blend so well b


    my utter surprise, it really did it looked amazing,


    I looked <b>ssy </b>and rich at the same time.


    “Wow, this is amazing.” I blurted,pletely in awe. <b>Serena </b>nodded beside co, just as amazed


    ithout looking tacky butto


    Almost immediately, theard a mocking sport from one of the maids before she quickly hid it, turning to herpanion with mockery in her eyes,


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    I frowned at the sight, and Serena noticed it too–her lips curled into a sard, and the looked midy to say something,


    but I shook my head, silently stopping her.


    We had just arrived. It wouldn’t look good if we started an argument with the maids right away.


    “Mily, Josy. I assume you know <b>what </b>you’re doing. Dehave, if you don’t want to be punished,” Sandra suddenly sad stopping in her tracks as she reprimanded the two maids.


    I watched their expressions shift to panic as they quickly bowed their heads in apology


    “W–we’re sorry, Miss Sandra,” they both echoed


    I narrowed my eyes, observing their demeanor


    It was


    s surprising, no, impressive, how frightened they looked of her, despite the fact that she <b>was </b>blind.


    The head maid must really be someone to lear


    Mental note: do not get on her bad side while I’m here.


    “Miss, please follow me,” <b>she </b>said, and I resumed walking behind her.


    Even blind, she seemed to know exactly where she was going. The maids didn’t offer her any support, and soon, we stopped in front <b>of </b><b>a </brge door


    “This is your room, Miss Nyssa,”


    “Thank you,”


    <b>she </b>said, turning to me with a smile.


    “I replied before ncing <b>at </b>Serena. “But what about my-


    Before I could finish, Sandra seemed to already know what I was going to say.


    “<b>Josy</b>, show thedy’s maid to her room.”


    She turned to one of the maids <b>and </b>instructed,


    Josy nodded stiffly, “Yes, Miss Sandra,” she said, before turning to Serena with her chin slightly raised, then walking ahead.


    “Let’s go.”


    Serena nced at me, concern written all over her face, but I shook my head and gave her a reassuring smile.


    “Go to your room for now I’ll call for youter,” I said.


    She sighed in frustration, then gave a small nod and followed after <b>Josy</b>.


    “Now,


    Miss, Please, follow me,” Sandra said again,


    le room.


    With that, she opened the door to the