Page 22 of Rejection to the Alpha King's Daughter

“Yes. Everything we will need is packed with us. Even the new furniture we plan to build once there. Ira even has a witch coming to help set up a secured pack line for us to prevent humans from wandering in if they aren’t mated to a supernatural.” I reassure the worrying vampire, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a long hug. I did not want to leave my uncle behind, I even offered to have him come live in the pack with us but his home and life is in Toronto.

“I just don’t want to see you go young wolf.” He whispers, burying his face in my hair and taking in my scent.

“I know, Uncle Atti, but I need to. When you visit, there will be a cozy cabin with internet access waiting for you this Christmas.” He chuckles at my words, pulling away to look at me with pride. I smile up at him, trying my hardest to fight back tears. This man took me under his wing, worked with me as we thought of fair laws for the werewolf nation for when I reclaimed my throne, took me to meet powerful Alphas that agreed to be my allies.

When we were relaxing, he traveled with me to see all of Canada, took me to Europe and Japan to meet the packs that were at the Alliance Ball the day I was rejected to create alliances with them. He taught me to fight vampires while Heidi taught me to fight witches and how to scent out spells and chams by dark and light witches.

They made me powerful and helped shaped me, Blake, Alice, Albot and Marcie into strong wolves capable of anything.

“Don’t forget, Heidi and I are getting married in spring. You have to come down to walk me down the aisle.” He reminds me, fighting back his own tears and making us both laugh.

“Don’t worry Uncle Atti, I will be there and so will the others.” With a final hug, he walks me to my Hummer, Alice already inside it with Blake at the wheel. Albot is with his own truck, the vehicle attached to a trailer with our items inside.

“I promise to have your Jeep sent to you, kiddo.” Atticus promises Blake, the teen smiling as he leans over to fist bump the vampire.

“I know, Uncle. I can’t wait to drive it.” I see the sadness in his eyes and sigh. Atticus and Blake became close over the years, the vampire taking Blake under his wing and teaching him about law. I know Blake will work hard to become a lawyer and when the time comes, will train under Atticus at his firm.

“You can always FaceTime Uncle Atti and come down to visit him every summer to intern at his law firm.” I remind Blake, sliding into the passenger side and spotting Alice curled up already asleep in the back seat, her arms wrapped around a giant stuffed bunny we won for her at Canada’s Wonderland just after arriving to Toronto.

“Your mom is right, kiddo. I’ll see you this Christmaswith Heidi, and then you can show me the best hunting spots.” With that, Atticus closes my door for me, giving me a final kiss on the cheek before we drive off.

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[How far away till we get there?] For the umpteenth time we hear Blake groan through the mind link, glad I had the sixteen year old driving one of the moving trucks with Albot before I could smack the living shit out of him after leaving our motel. It’s been five days since we left Toronto, spending nights in motels that back into forest for us to run in wolf form. Of course, the five-day drive meant tensions are high.

[Blake, shut the hell up. We get there when we get there!] And here comes the fighting as Marcie snaps finally. I sigh, rolling my eyes as I wait to see where this fight will lead.

[Bite me, Marcie! You’re not the Alpha so you can’t boss me around!] Blake retorts and I groan. He is in for a beating from the spitfire Latina when we reach our home.

[Who the hell do you think is her Beta, Blake?]

[Albot, duh!]

[Actually, I am fairly sure Matrix will be her Beta.] Albot cuts in.

[No, he called and says he wants to be in charge of the Warriors.] Marcie retorts.

[So Blake is right, me, then.] Albot sight out nonchalantly.

[Why you, why not me?!]

[Because you would make a better Head Tracker.] I groan again as Albot, Marcie and Blake get into their argument, wanting nothing more than to hit all three of themwith a frying pan up side the head. Deciding that the best plan of action is to ignore them, I shut down the link and tune in to my playlist on Spotify. I will deal with the three stooges later when we reach out new home.

I feel so tired from the long hours of driving, being surrounded by trees feels isolating, lonely, and I ever wonder how I managed to live eighteen years in a forest. I miss the hustle and bustle of the city, walking past humans, Rogues, Vampires and Witches on the street. I miss the chatter and the life everyone lived and being able to enjoy so many sounds.

Now, I will have to be deep in the forest, create a strong pack and then head farther North to claim my throne. Will I get used to the isolation again? But I know deep inside I have to do this. To end the tyranny and destruction Alexander and Coro has brought to wolfkind. People need me and I need to be there for them.

This move will also benefit the pups. They need a pack; I can already see Blake being agitated and aggressive without a pack life. Alice will be like that when she first shifts too, edgy and needing the support of a pack.

Looking through the rear-view mirror, I smile at Alice cuddling her rabbit, her focus on the book in her hand as she reads. The little bookworm I have will be excited to see the library I have at the Palace when we move there. Suddenly, the music is cut off with the sound of my ringtone and I frown, clicking the answer button on the steering wheel.

“Crystalline speaking.” I answer, wondering why a private caller is calling me when I take a quick look at the dashboard.

“So how long till I get to see you again.” My face is split into a grin when I hear Matrix’s voice, the last time we talked was two weeks ago when Ira and I decided it is time to moveback into wolf country and start a pack.

“Maybe five hours. My pack has been bickering non-stop and I had to shut the link down to avoid a headache.” I answer, taking a look at the time and the GPS estimate arrival.

“Sounds like you are having fun.” He chuckles and I groan.

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