Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings-Chapter 40: Was It Dream Or The Predict

Zara was resting her head on the reading table, where she had been writing some ideas she was getting. She was utterly bored to be inside the room the whole day. After whatever had happened with Devonte and Denzal, she couldn’t come up with a way to pacify him. And the both brothers also got extremely busy with some pack work. As she was writing, she fell asleep and went into a deep slumber.

Suddenly she woke up hearing some hustle sound in her room. She slowly opened eyes with confusion. As she had her eyes, she got the Ultimate shock.

"What the hell!" She whispered out of a great shock as she was laying in the middle of a dark forest. She didn’t expect to go through this at this point. Her imagination begins to go wild as she tries to guess how she came here in the first place.

As doubts swirled in her mind, a piercing scream shattered the silence. It was a woman’s voice. agonized and raw, echoing through the forest. The sound froze Zara for a moment, her instincts tangled between fear and urgency.

The scream came again, louder, more desperate. Someone was in danger. Without a second thought, Zara ran toward the source of the noise, her feet pounding against the forest floor. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as the chilling cries guided her deeper into the darkness.

Then, abruptly, she stopped.

Her breath hitched as her gaze fell on the horrific scene unfolding before her. Her body locked in place, paralyzed by sheer terror.

Standing in the clearing were the Lycan Kings, Devonte and Denzal. Their towering forms exuded an aura of power, each clad in imposing warrior armor that gleamed under the faint moonlight. Their expressions were cold, their eyes burning with cruel intent.

But it wasn’t the mere sight of them that shattered Zara’s world. It was who they were staring at.

Her.

Or rather, her other self.

There she stood, an exact replica of Zara, trembling and bloodied. Tears streamed down her doppelgänger’s face, her mouth stained with fresh blood. She tried to speak, but her words never came.

With a swift, merciless motion, Denzal struck her down. Zara’s own voice caught in her throat as she watched in horror. Before she could process it, Devonte joined him, their combined ferocity tearing into her duplicate’s fragile form.

The forest seemed to pulse with the echoes of the brutal attack, the once-agonizing screams now silenced. Zara’s knees buckled, tears streaming down her face as her heart broke at the sight. This scene. it was hers. The one she had written. The brutal ending she had imagined for herself at the hands of her mates.

And now, it was happening right before her eyes.

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared at the lifeless version of herself lying on the blood-soaked ground. The pain in her chest grew unbearable. But then, her lifeless doppelgänger’s eyes snapped open.

They locked onto Zara, filled with anguish and an unspoken plea. Her voice, barely a whisper, carried through the cold night.

"Don’t trust them."

•••

Zara’s eyes snapped open, her heart racing as the remnants of the horrifying scene faded into darkness. The voice of Lilly pierced through her haze, cheerful and oblivious.

But Zara barely registered her words. She sat frozen, her breaths shallow and uneven. The vivid, nightmarish vision still clung to her, etched into her mind like a cruel reminder.

Her surroundings began to shift. The blood-soaked forest, the chilling cries, and the devastating sight of her doppelgänger dissolved into nothingness. Slowly, the familiar walls of her room materialized before her, replacing the stone grave she thought she had been staring at.

It was just a blank wall. Empty, unremarkable.

Yet, no matter how much she tried, Zara couldn’t shake the memory of what she had seen. The image of her lifeless body, her doppelgänger’s whispered warning, and the cold cruelty in the eyes of the Lycan Kings haunted her.

She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, her heartbeat thunderous beneath her palm. Was it a dream? A vision? Or something far more sinister?

"No, Lilly..." Zara whispered, her voice barely audible at first. Then she turned, her tearful gaze meeting Lilly’s confused one. "It’s not over. It’s far from over."

"Luna? Are you okay? What happened?" Lilly’s voice brought her back to reality, but only for a moment.

Zara swallowed hard, her voice a mere whisper. "I... I’m fine."

But she wasn’t.

The warning echoed in her mind, louder than anything else. Don’t trust them.

•••

After sending their soldiers to look for the cult team. Now again the two left alone there. The meeting hall was heavy with tension, the air crackling with unspoken words. Devonte slammed his fist on the table with a grumpy face, the sound echoing in the vast chamber. His jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable but laced with suppressed anger.

Across from him, Denzal sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Devonte, stop this. You’re acting like a child," he said, his tone sharp but tinged with exhaustion.

Devonte let out a sarcastic laugh, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he looked at his brother. "A child, huh? Then enlighten me, Denzal. How exactly should I react to betrayal? Enlighten me."

"For Grace’s sake, stop saying that!" Denzal snapped, his voice rising for the first time. He took a step forward, his eyes pleading but his tone firm. "I didn’t betray you. It wasn’t some planned move against you, Devonte. It happened suddenly. heat of the moment."

Devonte’s lips curled into a bitter smile. "heat of the moment? That’s your excuse? After everything we agreed on, you—"

"I’ve apologized! Over and over," Denzal cut him off, his voice steady yet filled with desperation. "Tell me, Devonte. What will it take? How do I make it up to you? You want me to kneel? Beg? Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it!"

For a moment, silence filled the hall, broken only by the crackling of a nearby fire. Devonte’s grip on the table tightened, his knuckles white. His expression softened for a fleeting second, as if he wanted to say something, but then his anger flared up again.

He turned away abruptly, his voice low and cold. "You can’t fix this, Denzal. Not this time."

"Come on, at least give me a chance to try. Trust me, I would do anything to earn your forgiveness. Please, brother. Give me a chance."

Devonte’s face slowly paled, seeing his ever-strong brother asking for forgiveness like a lost soul. Apologies or punishments were things they dealt with as children. He had never seen Denzal this sorry, and it was making him feel weak.

"You mean it?" Devonte asked in a stern tone.

Denzal’s eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded. "Absolutely, brother. Just name it."

Devonte could see his sincerity. Then, suddenly, an idea struck him. He looked at Denzal with a grin.

After a second...

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

Denzal’s voice erupted inside the meeting hall. He was glaring at Devonte with frustration. On the other side, Devonte was smirking playfully.

"Why not? You just said you’d do anything," Devonte asked with a teasing smile.

"I repeat myself. anything! Ask me anything. But not this. I would never agree to it," Denzal said with unwavering intensity.

"But I don’t want anything else. Since you got the chance to have her pussy behind my back, let me take it this one," Devonte said with a grin.

"No way! I cannot agree on it. She was supposed to be with both of us on the day of the mating ceremony. That’s not fair," Denzal retorted, his tone filled with determination.

Devonte shrugged casually and responded nonchalantly, "Okay then, I’m not ready to forgive you either. I’ll forgive you only if you let me mark her first."

Without waiting for a reply, Devonte left the room.

Denzal clenched his fists and slammed them against the table, anger boiling inside him. There was no way he could accept Devonte’s demand. Not now, not ever.

•••

On the other side, Zara wandered through the backyard, her steps slow and heavy. Her blank expression masked the storm raging inside her. The scene she had witnessed earlier replayed in her mind like a haunting echo, each detail cutting deeper into her psyche.

Her chest tightened with each step, and her hands trembled slightly, though she clenched them tightly at her sides to hide the vulnerability. Her thoughts were scattered, a chaotic mix of fear, anger, and confusion.

"Why now? Why me?" she thought, her breathing uneven. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the image. It felt like a nightmare that had bled into reality, and she had no idea how to escape it.

The cool night breeze brushed against her face, but it didn’t calm her. Her mind was a mess, a labyrinth of unanswered questions and growing dread. As she walked aimlessly, trying to ground herself, a sudden voice snapped her back to reality.

"Zara."

Her heart jolted, the voice startling her from her spiraling thoughts. It was familiar yet unexpected, cutting through her chaotic mind like a sharp blade.

She froze in place, her breath hitching. Slowly, she turned toward the source of the voice, her body stiff with a mix of fear and disbelief.

Her eyes widened as they locked onto the figure standing under the faint light of the moon.