Rejected, And Became A Heiress

Chapter 0007

Chapter 7

Cam's POV

The apartment Alaric and I shared looks the same as it did a few days ago, but somehow everything has changed.

"You've changed," my wolf Lucy says gently in my head.

"Thad no choice."

Grabbing my suitcases, I look through the items deciding what to take. The expensive clothes, designer watches and jewelry. lavish gifts... Alaric can have it all. Apparently, that's all he thought I wanted from him. Oh, how wrong he was.

And how wrong I was.

Even this apartment, I thought it was our place. Our safe haven away from prying eyes, where we could be alone together. Where we could truly be ourselves.

It was the only home I'd ever called mine.

But I realize now that it was never mine. And it was just one of many homes that Alaric owns. This was just where he kept his "gold-digging low-born" a secret. A fresh sting hits me, recalling Alaric's words from earlier,

Now that Lilia was moving into the Alpha family mansion, I doubt Alaric would ever need to come back here again. He'd probably just send his staff to handle it, to handle the memory of me.

I wish I could offload my own memories. I can almost still smell the coffee that Alaric spilled all over the floor, hands moving too quickly wrapping around me as we kissed... Or the pancake flour that he playfully dotted on my nose that day he tried to make me breakfast....

Throbbing pain returns to my chest. Reminding me of the bond that was severed. I should hate him,

Tearing my eyes away from the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. My red hair is a little too wild, my green eyes a little too tired, but otherwise I'm healthy. My body is strong, and my mind is sharp.

I'm incredibly lucky. Orphaned at only three years old, I probably shouldn't even be alive right now. If not for the kindness of Pack DarkWood and its Alpha family, I'm not sure where I would've ended up. No, I couldn't hate Alaric. Our past was just too complicated for it to be that easy.

But I wouldn't give him any more of myself. Taking one last look at the apartment, I made a vow to myself, to Lucy, and to my baby that today was the last day I'd ever mourn for Alpha King Alaric, I slam the door shut behind me as Lucy howls.

knock on the door of the most comforting place I can think of:

hospital, she has enough energy to whip us up

out there

up the screen, showing me the online

cross our paths' Come on, Honey, they

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she was nearly in tears. She turned the screen back to face, herself and scrolled through for a few moments, "Alright, now

subtle smile is looking back at

-Pack BloodyMoon-

my

than Lilia." She glances at me smiling playfully, "And obviously

laughter erupts from

my eyes locked on Eamon's vibrant red hair.

if... What if I was the princess of

Was that even possible?

Eamon's POV

fiery shade as mine.

the back of my neck as I returned to the hotel room, trying to relieve the knot that had formed. My visit with Lilia in the hospital wasn't too long, but I was feeling tired nonetheless.

Walter. I hope the wait wasn't too

for the old man. Walter had been my father's Beta before me, and he had an unwavering loyalty to Pack Bloody Moon that

at all, Alpha King. We just need to discuss the plans for the anniversary. It's fast approaching..." His raspy voice trailed off

remember," I sigh. I always

never

my mother

planned for

leatherbound photo album. I'd asked him to bring it on this trip so I could select a photo Somehow, I thought it'd be easier to deal with that task in an impersonal hotel room, rather than sitting in the house my mother used to occupy. The very first photo is our family portrait, taken when my parents were still alive. There's

overwhelmed and

the portrait, my father stands with me on his right side, a signal of my destiny to succeed him in leading the pack. Every deep, dark red hair on his head is perfectly positioned. He pride himself

close indeed, on his