Nyssa pov


    “Miss, where do you think the Lycan King is taking you? Do you think it’s a date?” Serena asked as I casually chewed on the <b>popcorn </b>in my hand, my eyes still trained on the television.


    As I watched the movie, I simply shrugged.


    “Who knows where? That man is unpredictable. He could be taking me somewhere to kill me, for all I know.”


    Serena gasped dramatically, her head snapping to me from across the couch, her grip tightening on her bowl of po.


    “W–What… you don’t really think that’s the case, right, miss<i>? </i>The king wouldn’t do that,” she asked, clearly worried.


    The corner of my lips curved into a slow, amused smirk as I shrugged again and popped <i>more </i>popcorn into my mouth.


    “Who knows? But don’t forget, this is the same man who wanted to reject me despite the consequences, told me to drink poison as an alternative, and constantly looks at me like he wants to kill me. You really think it’s that impossible?” I said, raising a brow.


    Serena frowned, clearly not finding it funny.


    After everything that had happened at the dining table this morning, we had nothing else to do, so I suggested we watch a movie together before it was time for me to leave with Darius.


    Now we were watching How to Train Your Dragon while eating popcorn.


    And honestly? It was pretty nice. Just lounging here, doing nothing, thinking about nothing, for once.


    Because in both my past life and tis one, I hadn’t really had time for myself.


    In the past life, I was the Luna, the leader of the pack before Kieran became Alpha.


    After my father’s death, Kieran couldn’t immediately assume the role because the pack elders didn’t want him to. For two very


    clear reasons:


    First, because my father had made it clear that if anything happened to him, I was to take over, even if I nned to pass it to Kieran eventually.


    He’d told the elders that I was the one fit to hold the power, not Kieran because he wasn’t trustworthy.


    And second, because Kieran’s background was unknown.


    He imed toe from the Emberfang Pack, yet he had no proof to back it up.


    So, for a year, I had been in control. Running the pack. Managing Kieran. Managing everyone.


    But now… I couldn’t even remember thest time I sat and watched a movie like this.


    “Hehe, that’s funny,” I muttered under my breath,ughing at the scene ying out.


    “A–Are youughing, mydy?<i>” </i>Serena asked, stunned. “I’m scared… What if the king does something bad to you<b>? </b><b>Do </b><b>you have </b><b>to </b>go? What if I went in your ce?” she asked.


    My eyes flickered to her just in time to see her shiver slightly at the thought of going with Darius, and I couldn’t <b>help </b><b>but </b>scoff <b>lightly </b>as a small smile tugged at my lips.


    “Don’t worry about me, dummy. I’m going to be fine. And no, you can’t go in my ce, the king wants me. I have to go. It’s <b>part </b>of what we agreed on.”


    “Huh?” Serena asked, confused.


    But I just shook my head and turned back to the TV.


    “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. If I’m not, I’ll tell you. Let’s just watch this, okay?” I said with a small smile.


    For a brief moment, Serena said nothing. Then she softly muttered an “okay” under her breath before turning her attention back <b>to </b>the screen.


    But as she did, the corner of my lips tugged downward into a frown.


    The reason Darius wanted me toe with him probably had something to do with the fact that I was a white wolf. I still had <b>no </b>idea why he even needed me in the first ce but I knew one thing for sure:


    I had to be careful.


    I couldn’t trust that man.


    Or anyone else in this pack.


    Soon, we finished the movie and from how rxed and happy Serena looked, she really seemed to enjoy it.


    Since we still had about twenty minutes left before it was time, I decided to send another text message to my father, just letting him know I was okay, following up on the one I sentst night.


    And then, I let myself take a nap.


    And just like yesterday, I had another dream.


    The same blurry face.


    The same strange déjà vu.


    The same intense feeling that this wasn’t just a dream..


    Because as I stared at the bright blue sky in a daze, I could feel the wind on my skin, the warmth of the sun, and even the steady thump of my heartbeat.


    It felt too real.


    One moment I was asleep, and the next… Iwas here.


    “Am… Am I dreaming again?” I whispered to myself, narrowing my eyes in confusion. How the hell was I here?


    “Why do you like wearing white, little mate?”


    The cool, deep voice snapped me out of my daze.


    I blinked and turned to find the man from thest dream standing beside me, this time in casual clothes… or at least <b>what </b>people wore casually centuries ago.


    Wait-


    Now that I was finally get clearer look at him, he actually v


    dressed like someone straight out of the <b>past</b>.


    I tilted my head slightly, frowning in confusion.


    Huh?


    “Why are you dressed like that?” I blurted before I could stop myself.


    But realizing I hadn’t had a chance to ask him anything yesterday, I quickly followed up.


    “And who are you? Where are we? Is this a dream?”


    The man tilted his head, as if confused by my questions, but instead of answering… he just kept talking, ignoring mepletely.


    “Oh, because you love the color?” he said with augh. “It suits you, little mate.”


    I frowned, watching as he suddenly reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.


    I stiffened at the touch, and the urge to lean into it was almost unbearably strong. But I didn’t.


    Instead, I leaned away and raised my hand between us<b>, </b>stopping him.


    How… how was I wearing a white dress that looked like it came straight out of the Victorian era?