The rest of the night went by rather quickly, my head spinning from the number of times I was greeted by people who were excited to meet me. Some were merely excited to meet the future Queen; others knew my family and wanted to extend their happiness to me; I lived. By the time I finally made it back to my room, I had been floating the entire time and had just managed to come back to earth. I plopped on my mattress, kicked my shoes off, and rubbed my face. I thought Alexander said he didn’t want me and him to be associated with one another. What changed? Had something I had done made him think differently? Had I done something to change his fate and not known? “So…” Gabe trailed off, sitting on the edge of his bed. I turned to him, watching as he puffed out his cheeks, “Congrats?” He raised his shoulders, making me scoff. “On what?” “Your engagement?” I sighed at his words, laying on my back and staring up at the ceiling. “I thought you said that Alexander didn’t want us to be known

Alexander was talking behind me in a hushed voice with one of the doctors, not that I was listening anyway.    I stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out the window at the rolling landscape of Scotland. I chewed my lip, feeling very overwhelmed by everything. My body ached, and I knew why; I had been nearly killed again. The most frustrating thing was that no one knew what happened or who was behind it. The only two that knew were Gabe and me. But Gabe was currently in a self-induced coma from some sort of trauma that he had sustained that night. I couldn’t remember anything leading up to being attacked; the blood loss I had sustained, paired with my heart stopping, was the most likely cause of my memory loss.    “Thank you.” Alexander murmured, making me turn to see the man shaking my fiance’s hand before leaving us

I sat there, staring at Lachan blankly. “Uh, yes?” I made a face at him, “Why?” Lachlan shrugged, “Mates don’t typically just toss their mates against walls like that… That’s all.” He shrugged again, leaning back in his chair. I shook my head, “Don’t change the damn subject, Lachlan. You can’t just gloss over telling me that you and Alexander are half siblings-” “I can and I will.” He tutted, shaking a finger at me. “Besides, like I said, it’s not a fairytale story. Besides, Alexander is the only one who even partially accepts me as his sibling.” He revealed. My face fell, “His other siblings don’t like you?” “They're threatened by me. Alexander and I were only a few months apart, I was nearly heir to their pack. Though, it took years for our father to learn of my existence. It’s one of the reasons he and Amelia hate each other now. More so on Amelia’s end.” He laughed, shaking his head, “Regardless, Alexander is still older than I am. Amelia just hates me because I’m a bastard chi

I stand in the mirror of Alexander’s room, dressed in a simple outfit. Most of the outfits I had prepared were too formal to wear to a court hearing. So, instead, I opted for a simple blouse and slack combo. Simple and effective. My hair was loose around my shoulders, and I wore basic makeup. Adam insisted I look as plain and unassuming as possible; it’ll look better to the Council. I heard someone shift beside me, making my eyes bounce to the door to see Alexander leaning against the doorframe. He wore a dark blue dress shirt and black slacks, his usual. Something in my heart began to ache, but I wasn’t sure what it was. “You ready?” He asked, his voice soft. I nodded my head, “Yeah….” I twisted to look at him, watching as he held his hand out to me, “Follow me.” I trailed behind him, holding his hand tightly as he guided me down the hallways and outside. A path was lit up by small lanterns guiding us into the forest. It was ominous. Adam was in tow, suitcase in hand, as he followe

I followed Lachlan back to the house, unsure of how to feel about anything at the moment. There was a lot that Alexander still was hiding from me, and everyone had told me that there was a reason he did. Including Lachlan. There was truth to what they had said, everything that I had learned, the things that Alexander didn’t want me to know, did end up upsetting me. Like the possibility of my dad still being alive. It hurt that he knew that my dad could still be alive somewhere out there, and hid it from me. What was the reason? What could he want to protect me from that was so important than telling me that I wasn’t alone? That I still had a family? We entered the house, the once lively halls now silent because of the trial happening. Lachlan wordlessly led me to Alexander’s room, keeping whatever smart comments he was thinking to himself. At least he knew there was a time a