All Chapters of Rejecting the Prince's Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Eric POV It did not take long to get a response from Elizabeth. She had reluctantly agreed to have Cami attend today’s second DNA test. We had heard nothing new on Fred and Mary, so we continued with the plan to do the second test today. Cami and Jackson would meet us at Elizabeth’s office. The idea is that Cami will be able to scent any wiccan activity, if there is any. Julia came down the stairs looking beautiful, as always. I met her at the bottom step, capturing her lips in a kiss. “You look stunning,” I said to her as she smiled at me. “You just told me that ten minutes ago,” she giggled. “I do not want you to forget,” I teased her. I hoped after today, we would be able to move forward one way or another. Best case scenario we move on with our lives. Worst case scenario we have a complication. Either way we will be together and for that I was grateful. As we made our way towards the palace, I saw Louise exiting the

Eric POV For a brief moment, I felt sorry for Louise. I felt guilty that we had shared a meaningless night of sex. Meaningless to me, but apparently, she had some sort of feelings for me. I feel guilty for that, but it does not change my mind about Julia. She is my fated mate, and the one for me. Quickly wiping her tears, Louise looked at us angrily, realizing she had shown her vulnerability. “You will stay here,” Elizabeth said quickly. I looked at her in surprise, but she ignored my look. I knew she would want to do something, since this had started with us. Louise’s situation was not our fault, but Elizabeth protected all those in her kingdom. And with a pup involved, she would include Louise under that protection. “I will not stay here,” Louise replied. “You need someplace safe,” Cami started to say when Louise interrupted her, “Shut the fuck up! You have ruined everything!” she yelled. Cami remained calm, “I did no

Julia POV We raced through the night to the location the officer had told Eric they were waiting for us. I felt a sense of nervousness, almost as if foreboding what was to come. Cami glanced my way, “You okay?” she asked me. I nodded, “Something feels off,” I told her. Eric and Jackson both looked at me. “What do you mean?” Eric asked. “I do not know. Just something does not feel right,” I shared with them uncertain what was going on. “Perhaps we should go back?” Jackson suggested. “No! We have to get Fred and Mary out of that situation,” I said to them. I could not leave the elderly couple in the hands of whoever had them any longer. Eric looked at me before replying, “We will go, but we all stay together,” he said. I agreed, “I think that is the best plan.”. “We also have our warriors with us. We will have some strength in our numbers,” Jackson added. Cami and I sat back. I felt Cami take my hand and squeeze it.

Julia POV “Not on my watch,” the voice said as the witch was tossed across the room. I saw her try to scramble to stand up, but she had been injured when she had been tossed. As she hit the wall, Cami was freed from her frozen position, and Jackson leapt forward to catch her before she fell. I felt Eric beside me, as I turned to look behind me. I was confused to see Elizabeth standing there with another small, blonde woman beside her. The stranger’s hands were raised, and she was waving her arms in the air similar to Cami when she cast a spell. I heard the witch scream, and my head whipped around to see her being bound by golden cuffs.“You cannot do this,” the witch screamed. “I can and I have,” the stranger said as she stepped towards us. Cami moved forward and hugged the stranger, “I have never been so relieved to see you,” she murmured to the woman as they stepped apart from one another. “What is going on?” I asked.“Julia, meet my cousi

Julia POV I looked to Eric in surprise. He put his phone on speaker phone and nodded to me to speak. “Hello?” I replied. I heard a swift intake of breath from the other end of the line. “Julia?” I heard come out in a somewhat strangled voice. “Yes. Who is this?” I demanded. “I am your father, Julia,” the man responded. “How do I know this is even real?” I asked. I had no connection to this voice. No immediate sense of recognition. No feeling like I was talking to a parent. “I understand you have questions,” he started to say when I interrupted him. “Questions? I have more than questions. I have years of wondering where the hell you were. Years of wondering if you even knew I existed. My mother never mentioned my father, so how do I know this is not some sick game for you?” I asked, as my voice cracked. A small part of me wanted to believe there was someone out there who I was related to. But not like this. Not rel