Fated Reborn: The Wolf King's Bride novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Nyssa pov

As the maid, whose name I had learned was Isabella styled my hair, her hands skillful yet trembled slightly, I stared at the mirror, lost in thought, barely paying attention to her. I noticed her gaze flicker toward me for a brief moment before she quickly lowered her eyes in lear

I was too preoccupied thinking about the breakfast I was going to have with the elders of the lycan king’s pack. I couldn’t help but frown, absently stroking my chin as I tried to imagine how it was going to be.

It wasn’t that I was scared or nervous about meeting the elders, but I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to act around them.

They wanted to meet the king’s mate, right? But even though I was Darius mate, I wasn’t exactly his mate.

He hadn’t accepted or rejected me. I was simply there, waiting to be used and discarded afterward. So how was! supposed to act with them?

Was I supposed to tell them that I wasn’t really his mate? Or should I just pretend I was and we were all lovey–dovey?

Just as these thoughts filled my mind, my hair was suddenly tugged sharply, and I hissed, snapping out of my daze. My eyes flickered to Isabella, who froze in terror. My eyes widened as she quickly lowered her head, trembling slightly.

“Oh no, be careful,” Serena, who stood beside me, said worriedly as she looked at Isabella, who quickly apologized.

*F–forgive me, my lady. It–it was a mistake,” she stammered, clearly frightened, and I blinked at her in confusion.

Huh? I knew it was a mistake, but why was she trembling like this? Why was she so scared of me? It wasn’t as if I was

terrifying.

I had only released a bit of aura yesterday, so she didn’t need to look like I was about to kill her.

“It is fine, don’t worry-”

“Let me finish styling the lady’s hair,” Serena cut me off as she reached for the brush in Isabella’s hand. I watched as Isabella nodded without hesitation, agreeing with Serena. But before she could hand over the comb, a calm voice interrupted.

We all turned to Sandra, who stood at the doorway with a small smile.

“Please allow Isabella to continue with the Miss hair. She’s the most skilled at styling, which is why I brought her with me,” Sandra said, her white eyes turning directly toward Serena. I couldn’t help but notice, once again, how she seemed to know exactly where everyone stood, even though she was blind.

ranted to argue.

Isabella looked like she was about to cry at Sandra’s words, and Serena bit her bottom lip as though Knowing how stubborn she was, I expected her to protest but to my surprise, she simply nodded and uueyed timidly.

“Yes, Miss Sandra,” she said, and my eyes widened in surprise. Wow, she agreed so easily? Even I couldn’t get her to agree to anything concerning me without a fight, yet she gave in to Sandra so quickly.

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Chapter 125

My gaze flickered to Sandra, and narrowed my eyes, studying her for a moment.

She looked ordinary, her white eyes giving away nothing, and there wasn’t even the faintest hint of aura radiating from her. She looked like a completely normal elderly ladly, yet there was no denying the calm, composed air about h beneath that, a subtle but undeniable authority.

As I continued watching her, her eyes flicked to me, making me freeze for a moment. Her smile widened as she lowered her head in a graceful bow, and in the next second, Isabella spoke.

“F–forgive me, Miss, but could you turn around so I can continue?”

“Ah,” I muttered, before nodding my head and turning back to the mirror. Almost immediately, Isabella continued, though this time her touch was much gentler, I took a deep breath as she worked, preparing myself for whatever was coming next.

And soon enough, after only a few minutes, Isabella was done with my hair. When I looked at the reflection in the mirror, couldn’t help but nod in approval.

Though my hair wasn’t pinned up because of the bruises and hickeys on my neck, she had styled it beautifully, in a way that made me look effortlessly classy, especially paired with the dark blue dress I was wearing.

I looked good. Sandra was right when she said Isabella was talented.

“Ooo, this is good,” I muttered with a grin, turning to Isabella, who instinctively trembled back a little as I raised my hand to give her a thumbs up.

“Good job,” I praised, and she swallowed nervously before bowing her head again.

“Thank you, Miss,” she murmured, avoiding my gaze.

“You really look beautiful, Miss!” Serena said with a bright smile beside me.

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