Chapter 5

Reina’s POV 

I finished my prayers and turned to email the sisters when I caught Julian standing, glaring at me with shock. I narrowed my eyes. Am I so pretty that he can't take his eyes off me? 

Out of curiosity coupled with excitement, I suspended the email. I'll do that soon. I walked up to him, only getting closer did I realize he wasn't staring out of desire but shock. He was puzzled. I looked and his system was on. He pulled over me, trying to cover it but I grabbed his side, struggling to push him away. 

The feelings were rocky deep. Amused. Eager. I couldn't just help. “What's getting you dazed?” He was firm such that in the process, my hands dropped. Eyes flew wide apart. I checked. It was his bulge. 

Oh my goodness! 

With a sharp vibration, I stumbled off him like someone shocked from electricity. My eyes flickered with guilt, just as I wanted to apologize, I saw his serious face brighten up with a blush. 

Goshhhh. 

He shifted. I saw pictures of young women, with the name REINA written boldly on top. “What's that?” I asked, curious, then came closer only to find the greatest shock of my life. I was among them. The fifth candidate. 

“What's this for? How did you get my passport? Are these the girls that didn't do the exercise you scolded me about?” 

No! They wouldn't be bearing the same name, besides they were in different years. 

Julian was still glaring without saying a word.

“You're among the potential candidates for the King's long lost princess.” 

“Urrgh?” A frightened gasp popped up in my throat. “What do you mean?” 

“I—” 

“I have no connection with the royal palace.” 

Just as my eyes paced over his face, searching for answers, a notification came into his email. It was a new message, he tapped on it. 

ADDITIONAL INFO: She has a red crown birthmark on the left arm. 

His eyes returned to me. 

We remained for the next ten minutes, neither of us saying a word just staring at each other eyeballs to eyeballs. Then he closed the system, jacked me up. “I’m starting with you, sister.” 

Calling me this name yet holding me so romantically got me all steamed up. I didn’t refuse, nor ask any more questions. Professor Julian took me to the large couch, setting me gently on it. He sat beside me, giving me soft glances. 

“May I ask some questions, sister?” 

“Are you now calling me sister and not Reina?” It was too formal, I didn’t really love it. 

“Perhaps, till we’re done with the check.” He declared. Though hard for me to cope, I was made to. “What’s the check about?” 

“Who are your parents?” He started. 

I looked away, sad. “I don’t know. I was abandoned on the railway inside a bag of clothes. The nuns who were out on a trip heard my cries and came to my rescue.” Tears formed as I remembered this painful memory. 

Julian shifted closer, taking me into his arms and patting me. “I’m sorry to take you to the past but just some quick head up question to know if you might be likely the princess talked of.” 

I sniffled. “It’s okay. It’s just a long time ago. I was a new-born baby then but now I’m twenty-one.” 

He sat up abruptly, getting me puzzled. 

“What is it?” 

Silence. 

I moved on to complete it. “The nuns took me in, raised me and when I turned twelve, I wanted to give back to their community by becoming one of them. I was a novice from then till eighteen when I received my first profession of vows, next would be this year as I’m twenty-one.”

“Maybe things will change, you will take your mate’s accept—“ 

His eyelashes flipped, then he shook his head. “No! No! I mean you would be accepted into the royal family if you’re confirmed to the lost Princess Reina.”

For a second, my cheeks reddened with a blush. He was trying hard to control his wolf’s desire for me such that he got to say his mind before realizing. But about the royal family, I was doubting. It sounded so strange in my ears. 

I have a crown birthmark on my left arm but till today, I’d been thinking it had no major significance. Without saying anything, I pulled off my veil, flinging it over, then proceeded to unbutton my robe from the side. As I was about to pull it off, I felt a firm grip from Julian. 

“Wait sister. You don’t have to undress to show me.” 

“But I can’t assess my arms with the way this habit is sown without pulling it off.” This was the way it was, upon wearing you couldn’t show any vital part of your body without pulling it over and we only did this at the convent before bedtime at night and upon the start of the day after taking our morning bath. 

I watched him swallow a lump in his throat. It was audible enough for me to hear. Our wolves were just getting the better of us. Before being a werenun, I passed through strict moral trainings even in the presence of the male workers of the convent, before I could get to be the only werenun in a decade permitted to study in a secular university like this, I was tested and trusted, it however turned a mystery how I couldn’t control myself before Julian. 

Oh goddess! Please help me. 

I had to accept my weakness and stand up to his fear, which I could see through. I, seducing him. A situation he wouldn’t be able to withstand. But the truth was that I wasn’t trying to seduce, I just felt so open, without anything to hide from him. 

An impossibility with me to even the hottest man on the planet. Joe Clintons as confirmed by statistics and the eyes of every girl, including I. 

Here was I, wanting to undress before Julian. 

In the next second, I was sitting before me in my undies, tracing my eyes over to my left arm. The little red crown sat there. Julian couldn’t believe his eyes. He grabbed me tighter, rising up and swirling around, screaming in shock. 

For the first time, I saw him quite emotional. 

“Goddess, look at the way you’re happy like you’ve won a lottery.” I exclaimed. He grinned even wider. 

“You’re more than a lottery, the royal family, especially the Alpha king and queen, would be more than super excited to have you back.”

The smile on my face disappeared, getting replaced with a frown. “Have me back to where?”

Julian dropped me down, placing his hands on my shoulders as he wanted to talk to me. “We will still run a few more checks to discover you’re the one but with the background information you just gave me, presumably from the sisters who picked you, you were stolen—“ 

A strange mixture of disbelief and curiosity coursed through me. “So my real parents didn’t really abandon me?” I uttered, almost in a whisper. “Was I really born a royalty? It’s hard to believe.” I shook my head. 

“If your background doesn’t convince you, then the crown birthmark which is a rarity, found only on royalties should convince you.”

“But I always thought it was normal since I didn’t see myself higher than an ordinary girl abandoned and raised by nuns.” 

“But now you know it isn’t normal.” His words hit deep. Within a flash, I was forced to pull my thoughts higher to a level I’d never imagined even in my wildest dream. 

“What happens now?” I asked, frustrated and confused. 

“I’ll need to take you to report to the Alpha King at Lucien Green Palace. Let me inform the tracking team there has been a huge success so they can relay to the king.” He turned to leave my side, to return to his desk. 

“Wait!” I stretched my hand to stop him but he was already gone. 

I watched as he typed into his system with a smile on his face, folding my arms across my chest, I walked over to him. 

“What happens to my education and—“ My gaze lingered. 

“You?” I confessed. “Being the first man I fell for, I thought I would be seeing you over a long time.” My eyes fell, sadness overwhelmed. “I wasn’t just expecting this.”

Slowly, he rose up, grabbing me gently and bringing his forehead closer then on mine. His scent got stronger, overwhelming me. Julian hissed out a breath, curled his hands over my neck and crashed his mouth over mine before I could even have a chance to figure out what’s happening. 

My world exploded. I grabbed him too, succumbing to the kiss. 

“I will be your bodyguard—should the king and queen—“ he hitched. “—confirm you to be their daughter.” He stammered, gnashing his teeth before setting his lips back on me to devour me. 

“I just can’t hold this again. Maybe I need to claim you before flying you back to meet the king and queen for the first time early tomorrow.”

“We need to do something tonight—“ 

Without saying further, he jacked me, storming towards the couch. I was panting, breathing my hardest. Merely dropping his phone rang. 

Oh gosh! 

He pulled it quickly to see who it was but what I saw next was a wide glare on the screen and his hands shaking. “The king himself.” He muttered underneath his breath. He tapped on the green button quickly, panicky. 

“Your royal majesty,” he greeted with a reflex bow. 

“Yes.” A deep, authoritative voice growled from the other end. It was on speaker mode. 

“You told them she’s a werenun which means the convent has to be informed tonight. Tomorrow the royal helicopter will be sent to pick her up.” 

I blinked my eyes a zillion times in eagerness and shock. This is really serious. 

“But as a werenun, how did you get to confirm the mark on her left arm? Were you with her?” 

We both literally stopped breathing. Silence overtook us. 

“Well, it’s okay. We will be waiting for you both at the palace tomorrow. Get prepared.”

With this, the call ended leaving Julian and I staring at each other, wondering what fate held for us in the royal palace. Will I still be with him or will he leave my sight right after handing me over?