Five years In Time
941 Words
Lyria's POV
I opened my eyes the moment I felt someone hit me on the leg. This must be it—is this heaven or hell?
I sat up, my gaze scanning through the room, which looked so familiar. It wasn't my matrimonial bedroom where I was pushed, neither was this hospital.
I remembered clearly how my husband and my best friend left me to die. I remembered how life drained helplessly out of me…
What in the goddess's name was happening? Why did this room feel nothing like hell or heaven but like my own room?
“Princess Lyria, everyone is waiting for you at the pack's grand hall.”
My eyes snapped the moment I heard my personal maid's voice. Cassandra.
“Waiting? For what?” I asked, trying to understand this. I knew my father was dead, but Cassandra was very well alive. I let her go after my wedding.
“Don’t tell me you already forgot you are getting married to the Gamma's son, Dave,” she replied, her words sounding so familiar.
Now I get why this felt so familiar. The room. The bed. The dress I put on… It was the exact dress I wore the night before our wedding day.
“Stand up and go get dressed. The Alpha and everyone are waiting for your arrival.” Cassandra's words confirmed the thought I had in mind.
At first I thought it was impossible, but this was five years ago. I lowered my gaze to look at my body, which was three times slimmer than how it used to be.
“What is today's date?” I asked sharply after climbing down the bed.
I pinched myself to see if I was not in a coma and probably dreaming…
But it hurts.
“It is Saturday, of course,” Cassandra replied. “Are you alright? Should I call the—”
“No need for that,” I interrupted her before leaving to join the makeup artist.
If it was true I had woken up five years ago, the day I got married to Alpha Dave, those two makeup artists who almost overwhelmed me with praises on how beautiful I was would confirm that.
My eyes widened the moment I stepped into the special room set aside by my father to doll me up for the wedding. Everything was exactly as it was… the walls, the chair, the skincare products, and even those ladies.
I sat down after walking up to them, letting the ladies do the makeup on me. They spent much more time than it should take. Just like it was five years ago, they showered praises on me every seconds till they were done with the makeup.
“If you doubt us, you can see for yourself,” the makeup artist stretched the mirror forward to me.
I hesitated before taking the mirror from them. Staring at my reflection, I couldn't help but want to burst into tears. "Beautiful" would be an understatement, unlike the woman I was before I died.
The dark spot and wrinkle on my face weren't there. My skin looked flawless, the makeup just as it was on this very day of five years ago.
“Are you not yet done? Alpha—”
“All that is left is putting on the gown,” one of the makeup artists interrupted Cassandra.
She helped me fit into the pink gown, which I had customized, a dress that was never for once replicated.
With all of these, the pieces finally came together; I was given a second chance by the moon goddess.
This time, I would make the right choice. I would make sure I don't end up meeting the same fate…
I held back my tears as how I died replayed in my head. Each step I took out of my room, down to the grand hall my father had constructed just for this wedding, made my conviction stronger.
I won't be Dave’s victim this time!
The claps from everyone snapped me out of my thoughts. My eyes searched through the hall, moving from one Alpha to the other.
My father wanted my wedding to be the grandest there ever was. He invited more than twenty packs’ Alphas and every reputable individual across packs.
After trying to come up with a way to call off this wedding between me and Dave, the only thing that made sense to me was getting married to him. Alpha Azriel.
He is the only man who was able to stand up to Dave. For five years, he had been Dave's rival. One who Dave hated with everything inside of him.
“To everyone who made out time to honor my invitation and to every member of the Bloodcircle pack, I say thank you. Your presence meant everything to me and my household,” my father gave his speech after I walked down the aisle.
I raised my gaze to look at Dave, who was looking at my best friend, who was amongst the ushers. The me before I was given another chance would have cleared that as just nervousness.
“Today, the Alpha's—"
“I have something to say, Priestess Ize,” I interrupted the priestess before she could go on with the wedding.
Knowing if I get married to Dave, he would automatically become the Alpha of this pack after my father's death, I summoned the courage to go on with my plan.
“I am calling off the engagement and wedding between me and Dave Wilson. I don't want to go on with this wedding with him!”
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