The Rejected Rogue Was Their Lost Princess
Chapter 2
“With the pack’s marking ceremony approaching, what do you plan to do with her?”
The voice asked, sharp and calculating.
“She’s just a rogue, lucky enough to catch Talon’s eye and enter the Southern Pack. She should be grateful.”
“What happens to her depends on Talon’s mood, doesn’t it?”
The room erupted into laughter, the sound cutting through me like claws.
After Talon regained his memory, things between us became strained. He couldn’t stand my tears, my desperate pleas for him to remember the wolf he once was—the wolf who called himself “Talon Fernandez,” the wolf who claimed me as his mate. He hated the sight of his mark on our bond, the one he had sealed with his own fangs.
He had publicly rejected me, his Alpha tone cold and final.
When I tried to leave, his mother, Iliana, the Luna of the Southern Pack, stopped me.
“He’s just injured, Skyla,” she said, her voice pleading. “He fought against his father, the Alpha, to find you. He fell while escaping the pack’s warriors.”
“That wolf loved you so deeply. He said he’d give up being Beta just to find his mate.”
“One day, he’ll remember. Could you… wait for him?”
I stayed. I endured his cold stares and the mocking whispers of the pack. I stayed, lingering in the shadows, without a rank or a place.
Two years ago, when the old Alpha passed away, I stayed by Talon’s side. Slowly, his icy demeanor softened. He began to seek me out, to crave my scent. I thought it was my devotion that had finally reached him.
But now… I wonder.
Had he remembered all along?
A tear fell into the bowl of herbs I was preparing.
“Who’s there?” Talon’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
I quickly wiped my tears, smoothing my clothes to hide the bruises on my knees. I knocked lightly on the door.
“It’s me.”
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