The Rogue Alpha and the Werewolf King (by Hailey Kristine) novel Chapter 48

Evangelina’s POV

Other than a few snarls and pointed looks from the queen, everything went smoothly as we pulled up to the castle. I had a group of people waiting for me at the front of the main castle, so I pulled up there. Once parked I was welcomed by my pack as well as Beta Jaxon and King Warrick. Well, welcomed is probably not the right word, greeted? No. More like acknowledged by Warrick.

Everybody grabbed a few boxes, except Warrick. Once he saw his mother was safe and greeted her, he left. She grumbles about him being an a*shole which had a few of us snickering. I stood there telling people which boxes go where. My room, office or library. There were so many people grabbing boxes that when I looked there were only three left. The three that I intended to carry. I don’t need people accidentally looking at

them.

I grab the boxes, piling them one on top of the other. I can’t see, but I don’t want to risk somebody else looking through them, so I keep my eyes on the ground before me and follow everybody’s scents.

I am walking down what seems to be a hallway connecting the new extension to the main castle when somebody knocks into me, causing the boxes on top of the one I was holding to topple and fall, spilling some

of their contents.

“Sh*t! I am so sorry Alpha Evan. I was receiving a mindlink and didn’t think to stop while I answered it.” I see a frazzled looking Jaxon in front of me. His light orange eyes wide in surprise.

“It’s fine.” I quickly brush it off and go to pick up the items that fell.

He bends down to help and grabs one of

Me main things that I want nobody to see. A small picture of Ziana sitting in a highchair with a small cake in front of her for her first and only birthday. She has a handful of cake and a huge smile on her face. Her almost glowing purple eyes remind me so much of Xavier, wide with

happiness.

I quickly grab the picture from his hands and pack everything else up that spilled, including other pictures from my past that fell from the boxes. I stand up and Jaxon grabs one of the boxes making me cringe and my wolf’s hackles rise.

“Let me help you carry these. Don’t need another spill.” He says and gives me an apologetic look. I nod and begin walking even though I don’t want his help, I can’t be a b*tch.

“I didn’t know you had a child. We didn’t put anything in your room for one.” He states and I fight to keep a composed face. Of course he saw the resemblance, Ziana looked just like me, but with her father’s eyes.

“I don’t have a child.” I say, the roughness shining through my voice to keep the sorrow out.I hate lying, but technically I don’t currently have a child, so I am not lying. He flinches a little, but doesn’t back down. “Apologies. The child in the picture looked just like you, I just assumed.” He answered and I can’t keep the small growl from my wolf leaking out.

“I’d think you’d know better than to just assume.” I snipped. SO much for not being a b*tch. I saw the frustration on his face grow.

“My apologies.” He clips out and we walk in silence to what I guess is my room. He opens the door for me

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Chapter 48

and sets the box down on a small end table.

“If you need anything else, feel free to let me know.” He says and without waiting for a sign that I heard him he turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sigh and begin looking around the room. It is a cream color with small nature portraits spread throughout the room. The bed is a queen size with a deep blue comforter and pillows. There is a big bay window, with a ledge for sitting, letting in ample light since it is about 2:00 in the afternoon. There is a quaint table in one corner of the room with two chairs on

either side.

There are two doors, one leads to a small walk–in closet, while the other leads to an average size bathroom. It is beautifully crafted with light gray walls, white tiles and wood accents. The shower has a rain head as well as a side head and a detachable wand.

I wander back to the bed and sit down, next to the box of items that spilled. I open the box and begin to unpack, being that I don’t know who will be in this room. I start to put the items I don’t want people to see in the nightstand drawer.

Most of which are pictures. All of them hold my past. My parents, old packmates, Xavier, Linc, Ziana. My mother used to be a picture finatic. I was able to go back to the pack and gather an envelope full of them. Most are tattered and torn, some are burnt, but you can still see them clearly. I only have a few that are in near perfect condition. There are about 100 pictures in there. 100 pictures to account for my first 18 years of life. I have one frame that I put on my nightstand.

It’s a picture of my mother and father on their ceremony day. My mother, being the non–traditionalist she was, is wearing a black silk dress with long sleeves that bell out at the wrists. It kind of looks like something Morticia Addams, from the Addams family would wear.

I arrange the other pictures across the room, the oldest being about 10 years ago when Marie came to the pack. She, like my mother, has a thing for pictures, which surprises most people.

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