The Rogue Alpha and the Werewolf King (by Hailey Kristine) novel Chapter 117

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Ziana’s POV #3 days later*

Struggling to open my eyes, I groan. Expecting to see the dirt cell I spent my life in when I open my eyes, I am surprised when it is bright and looks like a hospital room.

“Angel, you’re up.” The light voice of Addie says from my left. I turn my head and smile.

“Of course I am.” I croak to her and look around, seeing Lettle on my right. The events are slowly coming back to me. Marching to the royal grounds, the attack, my vision, the war and getting stabbed, seeing my mother.

Addie hands me a cup of water and I sip it.

“How long was out?” I ask.

“4 and a half days.” Lettie answers, causing me to choke on my water.

“What?” I ask after sputtering and looking around in alarm.

“What’s happened?” I ask.

“There was a ceremony and the King and Queen accepted us into the pack. Luna has been coming in to check on you anytime she can, if not throughout the day at least in the morning and afternoon.” Addie explains and I nod.

“You joined the pack?” I ask them and they both nod their heads, looking sheepish.

“What is it like?” I ask and they smile.

“Nothing like we have experienced. Your mom is so nice and she is kinda snarky. It’s humorous. People here are nice, even some of the people from helping packs came and gave us flowers for helping them.” Addie explains and I smile at the excitement in her eyes.

“We are sharing rooms, but get this. We each have our own beds, like with a headboard, blankets and pillows. There are communal showers and we can take as many as we want WITH hot water and soap. They also feed us three times a day and we can also eat whenever we want and drink anything. They actually feed me gushes and I smile. He was taken blood, real blood. AND we have new clothes. This place is so nice.” Lettie from his coven when he was 8, and he told me about this stuff.

We would only have the luxuries of soap and a change of clothes after an attack. Before, we would have a nice meal in order to give us more energy for the attack. I glance down noticing that I am clean, but still feel

grimy.

“We cleaned you. Don’t worry. Um, we should tell you that your mom and a few others know about you being cursed with black magic. Lettie had to explain it to them when they were cleansing your blood. They also have seen some scars and know that you have more. They haven’t pushed on specifics though.” Addie explains and I swallow hard, nodding my head in understanding. I hate when people know about me being infected with black magic. They think I’m evil, and I’m not. At least I try not to be, I was forced to do some evil things, but I couldn’t say no.

“Was she disgusted?” I ask and they shake their heads.

“No. She was just concerned.” Lettie says, surprising me. I rub my wrists, feeling the small scars around them

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from being chained when I was a child, Father always told me that my mother left me because I wa worthless and disgusting. I always believed him, until I saw her for the first time during the first attack in was surprised, but miserable when she saw me. I heard her scream when I was taken away and Father was more than upset when he heard she shifted and killed over 50 of our people. I was planning on helping the other side during the war anyway, but after hearing that, it solidified my belief.

“Did you do the tally?” I ask and she nods, looking towards Lettie worriedly.

“Yes, Mark did the initial, then we all walked through the ones he couldn’t identify and helped.” Addie

explained.

“And?” I push and she bites her lip, something that she does when she is nervous.

“Over 150 people fled.” Lettie answers for her. I look to Lettie to see his eyes downcast and grow frustrated.

“Okay, what are you two not wanting to tell me?” I ask and Addie grabs my hand, forcing me to look back at her. Her pink eyes hold concern and worry.

“Reginald fled.” She answers.

“Sh*t. Regina. That’s. Not. Good.” I say and she nods in agreement. “Are we sure?” I ask and she nods her

head.

“We all checked. He wasn’t among the dead.” Lettie confirms. Reginald, or as I call him Reg–eye–na, was Franklin’s second in command. I was promised to him after the war and thank f*ck that did not happen.

“Did you tell anybody else?” I ask.

“Yes, but not the betrothal part. Just gave his name, species, position, and gifts.” Addie elaborates and I nod. Good, nobody else needs to know.

Before we can continue two knocks sound at the door and it opens. Revealing my mother. She walks in and when her eyes spot me, they widen and she smiles.

“You’re up.” She states, walking closer to me. Addie moves off the bed and towards the wall, allowing her to come up to my side.

“Yea.” I say, not knowing what else to say. She places her hand on my cheek and I feel a motherly warmth that I have only felt one other time.

“Thank you. For saving me.” She says and chokes back a sob. “I am so glad you are okay.” She says and I nod. “I. I am so sorry that I left you all of those years ago. I didn’t have a choice and after I left, I thought you were dead. There is a lot more to the story and I don’t want to make it sound like I am making excuses, so I’ll stop. And I feel like I am rambling. Sorry.” She says and I just stare at her.

“You. You didn’t leave me on purpose? You wanted me?” I ask, not caring that I sound like a child. It is something that I need to hear. Her eyes widen and she places her other hand on my cheek so that she is holding both sides of my face.

“Oh. Ziana, no. Your father and I loved you with all of our hearts. It would break him if he were to hear you speak like that. You might have been less than two years when we lost you, but we loved you so much. Goddess he would have been as proud as me to hear about what you did during the war. He knew you were going to be a powerful woman. I just wish that he was here to see you.” She says as tears and confusion

grow.

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“Father?” Lask and she looks at me

“Yes. My first mate Xavier. Your father. You have his purple eyes and his chin.” She says and I struggle to

comprehend.

“You mean. Franklin is not my father?” I ask and she gasps.

“No. That monster is not your father. I will tell you more about your real father when we have time. He was a wonderful person.” She says.

“On to another matter. Your father and I named you Ziana, but it has come to my attention that you have been renamed to Angel. I would like you to think about what name you would like to go by. Or you can change your name all together. Up to you.” She says, flooring me. I held a recognition of the name, but didn’t know it

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