Fated Reborn: The Wolf King's Bride novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

“Are you sure you’re okay, my lady?” Serena asked as I quietly ate the food in front of me. I lifted a brow and turned to her in confusion, only to find her worried gaze fixed on me.

I blinked, then realized she was probably referring to the injuries I’d gotten during the rogue attack.

But by now, I could barely feel any pain at all–a reminder of just how vital a wolf’s healing ability truly was.

If I didn’t have Sheila, I doubted I would’ve healed this fast. No… I wouldn’t have healed at all.

I might’ve even died.

“I’m okay, Serena. Really. I barely feel anything,” I reassured her, but she shook her head. Then, before I could react, she leaned in closer, nearly making me choke on the food I was chewing.

“It’s not that, my lady. I’m just surprised that you seem so calm right now, even after finding out that you’re going to the King’s pack. I thought you’d be acting differently.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, swallowed the bite of food, and asked curiously, “How differently?”

She didn’t even hesitate before responding.

“I honestly thought you’d be arguing and making a scene-” Her eyes widened as she realized what she’d just said, and I couldn’t help the amused smile that tugged at my lips.

“Oh really? You thought I’d cause a scene?” I asked, crossing my arms as I looked at her from the bed.

She quickly shook her head, stammering, her face flushing a deep shade of red.

“I–I… That’s not what I meant. Oh, Goddess, I’ve spoken out of turn! Please forgive me, my lady.”

Before she could dramatically fall to her knees, I caught her hand and stopped her, laughing softly.

“Oh my, you’re adorable, Serena. I’m just teasing you. You didn’t say anything wrong,” I said with a warm smile. “And honestly, you’re right. I probably would’ve caused a scene. But it’s not worth it. If the King wants me to go to his pack, then I’ll go.”

I said it effortlessly, lying through my teeth without blinking.

If it weren’t for Sheila’s words, maybe I would’ve kicked and screamed about not wanting to leave.

But right now, I knew I couldn’t lose control or argue because Sheila had promised she could take care of Kieran and Aria tomorrow night.

So, I decided to trust her… and just go with the flow for now. I’d wait until tomorrow night before truly deciding whether I’d go to the Lycan King’s pack.

“My lady,” Serena whispered, her eyes misty as she looked at me. “You’ve really become more mature. I thought you were still holding on to Sir Kieran, that your hatred for the king was because of him but now that the king’s decided not to reject you, I’m glad you’re thinking about what’s best for yourself.”

She nodded then, wearing a determined look.

“Don’t worry, my lady. You don’t need to be afraid of anything. You have me, and I’ll make sure to protect you when we get to the king’s pack!”

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Chapter 63

I almost let out a scoff at her words. There was never a moment this girl wasn’t thinking about protecting me but I had to admit, it was comforting… having someone like her on my side.

“Thank you, Serena,” I said with a smile, handing her the empty plate. “And thank you for the meal too. But I’d like to rest now… I’m feeling a bit tired.”

Serena’s eyes widened in realization, and she lowered her head into a respectful bow.

“I understand, my lady. Please rest well.” With that, she left the room, and the moment the door clicked shut, the smile on my face vanished. I spun around instantly, aiming my leg at the person who had just appeared beside me but, as expected, the bastard caught my leg with one hand, effortlessly, his expression completely unreadable.

Darius.

I frowned as I watched him tilt his head at me, his cold eyes narrowing. For a long, tense moment, neither of us moved.

We just stared at each other, the ticking clock the only sound in the room. And just when it felt like the silence would stretch on forever, my lips slowly curved into a smile.

“Oh my goddess, I apologize, my king. I didn’t realize it was you. Please forgive me–if I had known, I wouldn’t have done that,” I said with feigned surprise. For the briefest moment, I caught the twitch in his eye, but he said nothing. Instead, he let go of my leg without a word and walked over to the couch like he owned the room.

I watched as he sat down, fixing his gaze on me casually, still silent. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Since he wasn’t going to speak, I didn’t either.

Instead, I stretched, yawned, and lay down on the bed. Just as I was about to pull the blanket over me, his cold voice cut through the silence.

“Why did you hide your wolf?”

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