The Rouge ls a Female Alpha (Zephyrine) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Zephyrine

The dusk that settled over the White Pack is heavier than anything I have ever seen.

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Seconds rolled into minutes, minutes folded into hours, and the sky, which had brightened earlier, faded into black.

Nyroth had promised he would return, but Lycannar… Lycannar hadn’t given me a word. He had left without a goodbye. He and his sister, and even I had begun to believe he’d do exactly what he had done days ago when I was called to the council.

I sat on my bed, my eyes fixed on the empty space in front of me. I haven’t found my brother yet, and the Ash Pack still needed an Alpha. Will I leave all that behind?

I was lost in thought when the door opened gently, and Blue walked in with a dinner tray, her eyes on me. To say she was worried about my health would be an understatement.

“It’s night, my lady. I’ve brought your dinner. Let me draw your bath. After that, you can…”

“Go out,” I cut her off, glaring at her, but the look in her eyes only softened, making me feel guilty instantly.

“My lady…”

I lowered my gaze and swallowed hard. She wouldn’t leave. It was as though her life meant nothing to her. I bit my lower lip and let out a sigh.

“Tell me a story,” I requested softly. “Any one. Just… go ahead and speak.”

Carefully, she placed my dinner on the table at the foot of the bed and came to sit on the floor beside me, as she used to. Then she began.

“Many years ago, in a kingdom isolated from the rest of the world, a prince was born. The midwives who attended his birth were killed immediately, and he was locked up in a tower that had been built for him.

“In isolation, he was abandoned as an infant, left to live alone. Everyone in that isolated Kingdom believed he would die but instead, voices were heard from the tower every night, cries of agony echoing through the

walls.

“One day, a mother of one ill son, who couldn’t bear the sound of the prince’s cries any longer, found courage and went to the King to make a request. ‘I will take care of the prince,‘ she said, ‘and ask for nothing in return.’

“The king drew his blade but did not strike. He allowed the woman to care for his son. She returned home at the end of each day, shaken and horrified, never speaking of what she saw in the tower. She refused to answer questions about it, only continuing her work, until the prince reached the age of fifteen.

“Then the king dismissed her with nothing, as agreed. But the prince had grown fond of her. He would come looking for her at her home; she would cook, and he would eat with gratitude, sitting among peasants and smiling.

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