Chapter 352 – Duke

Ella

“D-duke?” I stutter out, completely overwhelmed by the information, my eyes going wide. “There are dukes? And I had I have an uncle!?”

“I’m sorry,” Henry says, and I can see the guilt written all over his face. “I overlooked this – honestly, no one has heard from him in years – and, considering what we think he was actually getting up to, it makes a great deal of sense that he wanted everyone to believe that.”

“Who,” I say, frantic now, looking between Henry, and Sinclair, and Roger – Cora, I see, looking at me with worried eyes, but I know she doesn’t have any answers – “who is he?”

“Relax, Ella,” Sinclair murmurs to me, leaning close. “It’s all right -”

“It is absolutely not all right -“I snap, not wanting to be mean but completely panicked right now. “My father is dead but I have an uncle? Seriously? And no one told me?”

Henry continues to hang his head, shaking a little, and I instantly feel guilty. It’s not his fault – it’s so complicated, the politics, and why would he tell me about an uncle if he hadn’t spoken to the man in 30 years had genuinely a*sumed he was dead –

“I’m sorry, Henry,” I say quickly, leaning forward to put a hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry – I’m behaving so poorly – ”

up to me. “Your reaction is absolutely correct.

you don’t have anything to apologize for. We all know this is a lot. So, can we please?” he says, pausing now

little squeeze to let him know I don’t blame him for any of it, and that I love him dearly and am grateful for him every day. At

me briskly, I think a little irritated at the disruption and wanting all of the information on the table now so that we can decide to do something, instead of just talking about it. I smile at him a little, loving my all-action Alpha mate who is

father was his biological father. Either way, Xander was recognized, but he was never the

he delicately raises his brows, looking up

get him to stop, I grin at my brother-in-law, grateful for the

always very much the King’s sullen brother

perhaps… the mistake. That started all

I

died but he coveted it anyway 1 that Xander wanted it, perhaps his whole life, and certainly after his brother died, but when no one mentioned him as a

chair. “To – to reclaim the throne.

the grandson

not to consider it before now. Who benefits from Rafe being born? The man who intends to kidnap him and put him on the throne as a puppet, acting as regent for eighteen years before Rafe is

thought he died in quiet obscurity. He’s taken great pains,

closing my eyes and gathering my thoughts, “is the a*sumption that we’re making here that Xander wanted Rafe to be born so that he would be a

deathbed he must have found a way, somehow, to communicate your existence

me?”

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