Chapter Eighty-Two

Holding on to survivor’s guilt.

Who am I more annoyed with? Lance for keeping his birth right, his Prince title, a secret from me…I feel like an idiot. Why didn’t I guess when Queen Lorrel took a sudden interest in me, trying to find out the details of my past. Or the way the royal guards refused to let me leave…or even just everyone always around me. I thought it was because they cared, but it wasn’t, it was an order from their Prince, the King’s Beta…really an alpha in his own rights. Memories flood to my mind of when Tate threw me in the back of the car to hide me from the rebels, the rebels that clearly want me as a bargaining tool against the royal family. Nothing to do with me being a pack princess or having alpha blood in my system.

Am I annoyed with my father and brother for yet again, pushing me to the side. I can’t believe they let Skylar move into my bedroom, my bedroom…that Mum used to kiss me good night in every night. She could have had any other room, but she blatantl