Chapter 114
Nyssa pov
It was the Moon Goddess. The mother of all werewolves.
It wasn’t Dorothy I was seeing–it was her.
I remembered those eyes all too well.
Why wouldn’t I?
They were the same eyes I’d seen after I stabbed myself with the dagger… without hesitation.
The eyes of the Goddess who gave me hope.
Who gave me a second chance.
And now, staring into them again, my heart pounded violently in my chest, loud enough to echo in my ears.
It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs.
It was suffocating.
The pressure in the room was so intense it wrapped around me like a vice.
Even though she was in a human body, Dorothy’s aura had completely shifted, replaced in an instant by something immense.
An aura even more overwhelming than the Lycan King’s.
And how did I know that?
Well, because the infuriating man had unleashed his aura the moment he saw her.
Whether he meant to or not… who knows.
As I watched the Moon Goddess smile at Darius while he stared at her with nothing but hatred, I groaned, clutching my chest as a sharp pain hit me.
Fuck, what was happening?
I couldn’t breathe. My vision was starting to blur.
“Is that how you greet your mother?” the Goddess asked, her smile widening as she tilted her head slightly.
“I assume the last time we met was, what, seven hundred years ago? Or was it eight hundred? No… definitely seven,” she added thoughtfully, reaching
up to stroke her chin.
And for a brief moment, I couldn’t help but stare at her at Dorothy’s body, now moving with the grace and confidence of a deity.
The little girl I’d met just minutes ago was gone… completely replaced by her.
How was that even possible?
“You are not my mother,” Darius said flatly.
And even though his voice was devoid of emotion, the hatred lacing his words was unmistakable.
“The woman who gave birth to me died centuries ago. So don’t call yourself that.”
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Chapter 114
My eyes widened-
First, because of what he said.
Second, because he actually spoke.
Darius never reacted to
anyone. He said what he wanted, then shut everyone else out like they didn’t matter.
But this time… he shot back.
At the Moon Goddess.
She raised a brow at his words, amused, not angry.
And as I panted, still trying to breathe through the crushing pressure in the room, I watched her chuckle softly.
“Well, aren’t you adorable, Darius,” she said, dropping the incense casually onto the table.
Her voice was calm, almost like she was speaking to a stubborn child.
“I am still your mother. I am the mother of the woman who gave birth to you… and the one before her… and the one before that. I am the mother of every werewolf, breathing or dead and that includes you, Lycan King.”
She smirked at him, smug, and I watched as Darius’s jaw ticked. It was obvious he was barely holding back his anger.
To be honest, as I watched the scene unfold, I wasn’t sure if I was in more pain or more shock.
Either way, if I didn’t get out of here soon, then this so–called life the Moon Goddess had given me… I would really die.
The pressure from both the Goddess and the Lycan King was crushing, overwhelming me from all sides.
“I have to get out of here…” I whispered, breathless.
But before I could even stand, the Goddess’s gaze flickered to me, sharp and piercing.
So sharp I almost choked on the last breath I had left.
As she looked at me, the world seemed to freeze.
My breathing grew rapid, panic rising in my chest.
Those eyes–so familiar.
But then, in a blink, the Moon Goddess smiled softly.
And just like that, the pain that had wrapped around my body began to fade.
A warm, fluttering sensation spread through me.
“My child,” I heard her murmur, her eyes curving into soft slits.
I didn’t know why… but the urge to fall to my knees and worship her overwhelmed me.
Before I could think twice, I stood up from my seat and dropped to my knees, head bowed in respect.
“G–Greetings to the Moon Goddess,” I stammered, body trembling and I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or the weight of Darius’s aura.
I could feel the Goddess’s gaze on me.
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