Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: The Mate’s Mark

Soft, golden tones filled the room as the early sun shone through the drapes.

When Ahcehera woke up from her slumber, she felt strangely light, but she also felt a peculiar sensation in her chest that she couldn’t quite identify. Last night…

Her eyes fluttered open, and she immediately noticed something was different. The air felt sharper, every sound amplified as if her senses had been heightened overnight.

Sitting up slowly, she glanced around the room. The changes are too abrupt.

Richard was nowhere to be seen. Where could he be?

Her brows furrowed in confusion. She stretched out her mental power to detect his presence, but there was nothing, no trace of his familiar aura lingering in the villa.

Unease began to creep into her chest as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. I need to find him. He was not yet better.

Her body felt… stronger.

The ache and fatigue from the previous days were completely gone, replaced by an unfamiliar vitality coursing through her veins. It was as though she had been reborn.

She crossed the room to the bathroom, intending to splash some water on her face.

The cool tiles under her feet and the faint hum of the villa’s energy system were sharper to her ears than ever before.

When she flicked on the light and looked into the mirror, her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes, once a brilliant golden hue, were now a vivid, piercing purple.

I feel like I’m seeing another person in the mirror.

I feel like Richard is staring back at me.

The hue was almost supernatural, blazing dimly with a power that captivated and unnerved her. She reached up to touch her face, her fingers trembling slightly.

“What… what is this?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. But it wasn’t just her eyes. Her gaze dropped to her collarbone, where she froze.

There, etched into her skin like a faintly glowing brand, was a mark, a crescent moon encircled by intricate runes.

A physical reminder of what had happened under the full moon, it fluttered softly, as though it were alive. The mark was complete. We completed the mating bond!

Her mind reeled as fragments of the previous night flooded back to her. Shouldn’t I feel sore after the first night? Why don’t I feel uncomfortable below?

The intensity of Richard’s gaze, the primal energy that had consumed him, the moment the mate bond had fully solidified.

She staggered back, gripping the edge of the sink for support. The mark wasn’t just a symbol of their bond. It was proof that something within her had changed irrevocably.

Her strength, her heightened senses, even the clarity of her mind, it all pointed to a transformation she couldn’t yet fully comprehend.

“Richard,” she whispered, panic seeping into her voice. Where was he? Why couldn’t she feel his presence? I have a lot of questions to ask him.

She quickly dressed and began searching the villa, her heart pounding with each empty room she entered.

It wasn’t like him to leave without a word, especially after what had happened. Her thoughts were filled with possible outcomes as she stood in the main hall.

Had his wolf taken over again? Was he still struggling to control the primal instincts that had driven him the night before?

Or had something else happened entirely?

Ahcehera steadied herself, determined to find answers, and felt a weird sense of reassurance from her newfound power.

She would take on the trials that awaited her and whatever had altered within her. She would also seek Richard. Regardless.

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Richard awoke to the soft rustle of leaves and the warmth of sunlight brushing against his skin. What’s wrong with me?

His eyelids fluttered open, and he squinted at the vibrant blue sky above him. It was unlike any sky he had seen before, so pristine, so vividly clear that it felt almost surreal.

The ground beneath him was covered in soft, lush grass, and the air carried the scent of flowers, earth, and a faint hint of magic.

He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as he surveyed his surroundings. This place…

Before him stretched a vast expanse of untouched land, dotted with towering trees that seemed to glow faintly in the sunlight.

Their leaves shimmered in hues of gold, silver, and emerald green, moving gently in a breeze he couldn’t feel.

Vibrant flowers bloomed in every color imaginable, and the distant chirping of unseen birds filled the air.

“Where… am I?” he muttered, his voice echoing slightly in the serene atmosphere. He pushed himself to his feet, brushing off his clothes as his sharp gaze scanned the area.

There was no sign of Andromeda galaxy’s familiar cities or landscapes. No signs of civilization at all.

The more he looked, the more otherworldly it all seemed. Am I in another galaxy?

The sheer size of the trees, the unearthly hues of the plants, the way the sunlight glinted off distant streams, all of it felt like a dream.

Richard ran his fingers through his hair, a flicker of unease creeping into his chest. This place was alive in a way that no ordinary world could be.

The earth beneath him seemed to throb gently, as though the soil itself were breathing, and the air nearly buzzed with electricity.

His gaze shifted to the horizon, where a mountain loomed in the distance. At its peak, he could make out the silhouette of a grand white mansion.

Its immaculate walls glowed softly in the sunlight, making it stand out strikingly against the surrounding scenery. “That’s… something,” he murmured, his curiosity piqued.

With no better options, Richard began walking toward the mountain. The journey was surreal, every step he took revealed more wonders.

He passed streams with crystal-clear water that sparkled like diamonds, fields of flowers that seemed to hum with life, and patches of forest where the trees whispered in languages he didn’t understand.

The closer he got to the mountain, the stronger the energy in the air became. It prickled against his skin, filling him with a strange sense of familiarity he couldn’t quite place.

As he reached the base of the mountain, Richard paused, his brow furrowing. The land was beautiful, yes, but it was also unsettling. The serenity felt too perfect, too controlled.

“Is this… magic?” he wondered aloud, his voice swallowed by the vastness of the landscape.