hapter 62
Nyssa pov
“But-“I tried to speak, but my father shot me a harsh glare that instantly silenced me. I froze, swallowing nervously as I stared at him.
Despite knowing my father as a calm and kind man, I also knew he was not someone to be taken lightly. He wasn’t the Alpha of the second strongest pack in the world for nothing.
He was a man who knew when to be ruthless, when to make decisions, and when to enforce them. So even though he had always been a loving father to me, to others, he was a powerful Alpha and right now, as he sat before me, I knew he wasn’t speaking as a father, but as an Alpha.
“You will leave for the King’s pack in two days, and that is final, Nyssa. There is no debate,” he said, his expression stern. “You are the King’s mate. You should be grateful he has decided not to reject you.”
His voice was calm but firm, almost cold.
“If the King rejects you, you will die. Many don’t survive a regular rejection, and this is the King we’re talking about, his power rivals every living being on Earth. Do you really think you could survive that, especially without a wolf?”
He spoke in frustration, and I knew it wasn’t just because I was wolfless, it was because he was genuinely worried about me.
But the truth was, I wasn’t wolfless. And even if rejection meant death, I didn’t care. I couldn’t leave.
“Father, we shouldn’t rush into this,” I said with a frown. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious that the man who wanted to reject me just yesterday suddenly doesn’t anymore? I don’t want to go with him. I want to stay here.”
My father’s expression darkened as he narrowed his eyes.
“I know something’s off,” he said, and my eyes widened as I watched his fists clench. “That man is cruel. He usually doesn’t care about anyone’s life. But right now, what matters most is your safety. Even if he has an ulterior motive, it seems he needs you for something and that’s the only leverage we have.”
He reached out and took my hands in his.
“I can’t lose you, not now, Nyssa. We don’t have much of a choice except to follow His Majesty’s orders. So just hold on, for now. Okay?”
I stared at my father with a frustrated expression, but knowing that once he got like this, there was no changing his mind, I bit back my words and nodded in quiet dejection.
“Okay, fine. I’ve heard you. I would go, alright?” I huffed, pulling my hand away from his before turning around and lying down, facing the other side of the bed. I brought the blanket up and covered myself with it.
I heard my father call my name, but I didn’t respond. Before he could say anything else, Benjamin’s voice cut in.
“Alpha, let’s give Nyssa some space. She must have a lot to think about,” he said gently.
My father sighed, and I listened to the sound of their footsteps retreating. But just as the door cracked open, he stopped and spoke again.
“I know everything might feel overwhelming right now. You’ve just found out about Kieran and Aria, and now you’re suddenly someone’s mate. But my priority is your safety, Nyssa and I will do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay.”
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Chapter 62
With that, he walked out, and the sound of the door closing echoed in my ears.
The moment it did, I sat up in bed and kicked the blanket off me, fighting the urge to scream in disbelief.
“How on earth did I go from almost being rejected to suddenly leaving for the King’s pack?!” I asked no one in particular but of course, the ever–annoying Sheila just had to respond.
“I’m not sure, but isn’t this exciting?! You won’t die, and we’ll be with Darius. I mean, don’t you want to see the famous Lycan King’s pack? It’s been locked away for centuries, and now we’re going there!”
I rolled my eyes at her words and frowned.
“Are you crazy? Who wants to go to that cursed King’s pack? What about Kieran and Aria? If they’re here, they’re still a threat to this pack. And now, with things already different from my past life, like the rogues who died yesterday, it makes me believe that nothing is going to follow the same pattern. What if they launch an attack earlier than expected?” I ranted, clearly stating the obvious.
So many things had changed from the past life I once knew. The Lycan King being my mate, the tattoo on my wrist, me being a white wolf, the rogues who appeared yesterday…
And the scariest part? The knowledge from my past life had always been my greatest weapon, yet now, even that felt
uncertain.
“Oh relax, girl. You’re overthinking,” Sheila said. “So if Kieran and Aria were taken care of… let’s say tomorrow night… would you go to the King’s pack then?”
I raised a brow in confusion. “What do you mean by taken care of?”
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