CHAPTER THREE

I opened my eyes after a few seconds and found myself in a dark but rather dim place. I was able to see that I was at a palace of some kind. Not my palace, but a beautiful one, so to say.

Then I felt the breeze and realized I was in the same damn dress that they killed me in. As I looked about ten feet from me was a lake of some kind. Then I heard something move in the bushes.

I flinched and looked behind. My heart threatening to rip out if I didn't run for dear life. But I was supposed to be here. Void sent me to this place for a reason. For me to face the people that killed me.

I hadn't changed in the slightest. That will make them realize that I was the same person. But that was for later.

"Hello!" I shouted, and moved closer to the bushes. I had to be strong. That was one thing Void told me. To face my enemies with my head held high. There was no backing down of this. "I swear if you don't show yourself, I will make you pay," I warned. But I even knew I was going to do nothing to whoever was in the bushes.

Then, after a few minutes, a man about twenty-one years emerged from the bushes. He was about three feet taller than me and had black short hair that he combed perfectly. And the hair spry he used allowed it to show on the moon — making his green eyes pop even more.

And his eyes gave him away. He was a werewolf. But he could as well be wearing eye contacts. But the thing that also helped me to support my claim was that he was naked. But he didn't allow me to see his man parts. He covered himself with leaves. Like Adam and Eve did when they allowed themselves to be tempted by the devil.

He was a well trimmed man, and he looked as smooth as he could.

I swallowed loudly but masked it up with glaring at him. "What were you doing in the bushes? Wait, did you come to steal something here?" I asked and walked to him. "I know you are a werewolf. And for what I know, us werewolves we don't steel. We work for what we have," I spoke, using one of my father's sayings.

He smiled and then laughed. I looked at him studiously. I had seen nothing that was fun about the situation.

"I'm not here to steal, woman. My name is Jackson, the son of the alpha," I spoke and took a freaking curtsy — allowing the leaves that covered his man parts to fall on the ground.

I hurriedly looked away as he leaned to get the leaves.

"This is my palace. Well, my parents. But it will be mine. If I agree to be the next alpha. Which I don't want. It comes with a lot of...." He stopped and walked to me.

I risked two steps backward and then bumped into some kind of a chair. Void had mentioned nothing about me meeting men like Jackson. Was this part of the test she spoke of?

"I shouldn't be telling you all this. Who are you?" He asked, and walked even closer to me. He only stopped when he reached about three feet from me.

"Why should I tell you that? I don't owe you anything. I have to go. I don't know why you are here, if you are the prince you say you are or not, I don't care. But I have some important things I have to do," I spoke and swiftly turned behind.

He caught my hand and turned me to face him again. We locked eyes. My heart pumping as much as it could. But this time not because I was scared, but because I was in front of him. At the verge of our lips touching.

Then what Void said hit me. I can't allow anything to distract me. I needed to focus on nothing but my goal.

I removed my hand from his grip and threw a slap his way. I moved his head a bit and my hand passed over his face.

"What was that for?" He argued. "I was just trying to compliment you. I have never seen you among the werewolves. Are you knew? Every time they come to the palace, I had never seen such beauty," he spoke. Looking me in the eye.

I was dumbfounded by what I was hearing. My heart wanted me to stay. But my heart was the reason I was in that state. My heart lead me to believe in love and allowed Charles to kill me. My heart lead me to believe that I had a sister, but she ended up sleeping with my husband and they worked together to kill me.

So trusting my heart at that point in my life was something I was not going to do. My heart was out of the topic. I needed to focus on nothing but my primary goal.

"Wait if you are a prince. Who is the new alpha of the werewolves?" I asked as what he had been saying processed inside my head.

If he was the son of the alpha, then he was the son of Charles. It had been twenty-one years and for them to have a son the same age as me was possible. But that meant, the moment they were killing me, Natasha was already pregnant.

So, they were indeed laughing at me when me and Charles were together. I was getting married to him and Natasha was just laughing in her wicked heart. People can be cruel.

I looked at him as he fished for answers. But he was looking up. Trying to come up with what to say to me. If he was going to trust a person he met a few seconds ago or not.

But I was a werewolf, and that took me to his good side. But not all werewolves a good. Speaking from experience.

"My father is Charles. The alpha of the werewolves." He finally came out.

"And your mother?"

"Natasha. You are new, aren't you? And why are you not with everyone else? They are all there celebrating," he looked down.

But I was thinking about what he had said. He was the son of my enemies, just like I assumed. That also made him to be like his father and mother. An apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He was as cold-hearted as his parents.

I looked into his eyes. And all I saw was betray. What his parents had done to me in my previous life.

I was in time to face them both, though? Was that why Void brought me here? So, that I face them and show them a glimpse of me.

I had nothing to prove my claims. I might just end up taking myself to the lion's den. They might as well tell the people that I was not Angel. That I was just an impersonator and they will have me killed in seconds.

I needed to play this game perfectly. Make sure everything is well thought of.

But she allowed me to come with the same dress they had killed me in that night so that they will have something to remind them of what they did. But I was not going to tell them my real identity yet. My dress alone was the thing that will shock them.

"What is happening? And why are you not there yourself? Why are you naked?" I asked, and risked a glance at his trimmed chest.

Again, my eyes betrayed me. And it made my heart do the same. Because the damn thing was again beating as fast as it could. And loudly. Maybe he was even able to hear it.

"Well, my engagement party. I'm supposed to be engaged. But I should not be telling a person I met just minutes ago about my life. You need to come to the party. I have to introduce you to everyone," he smiled.

"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary," I smiled back.

"I insist."

I looked at him again; he was still holding a bunch of leaves to cover his man parts. "They might think we were doing something stupid. You are naked and I'm covered in mad. So, maybe going together is not a good idea," I spoke and took a step back.

"Oh, year," he said and walked to the bushes again. He then kneeled and I couldn't see him even. Then he got up with a blue shirt. After a few minutes, he emerged from the bushes with black trousers and sneakers.

"That will do the trick. Shall we go?" He held out his hand.

But was I doing the right thing? I was not supposed to do anything stupid. I was supposed to focus on nothing but killing both Charles and Natasha for what they did to me in my previous life.

But my heart and my eyes were slowly betraying me. They were making me feel something for the son of my enemies.

I couldn't allow distraction in my life. But I was not going to refuse to go with Jackson to the party. That was why Void sent me here in the first place. That was why she sent me with the same dress that they killed me in.

I walked over and took his hand. I felt a tingle in my stomach. But I buried it. I was going to use every opportunity I had to my advantage. And that seemed to be one hell of an opportunity. I was not going to allow it to slip from my sweet, sweet fingers.