The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 43

Aurora's POV

A few days later…

The days passed by so fast and before I could even know it, it was already three days since I discovered my true identity… three whole days!

Since I wasn't a slave anymore and no one needed me to do anything, I thought it best to remain in my room and just spend some time alone.

For three days, I stayed in. I only had my bath, ate, thought for a long time and slept when I felt the need to. Nothing else mattered to me at the time as I didn't want anything to do with anyone. I just needed to be by myself. Besides, it wasn't like anyone wanted to be with me either. So I didn't feel guilty about my decision.

Thankfully for me, just as I desired, no one came to the room to call for me or anything like that. Everyone just forgot about me and probably went about their different businesses as usual and as much as it gave me some sort of relief, it also angered me a bit.

Ever since I got back to my room from the garden, Alpha Bane had said nothing to me at all. I didn't hear from him at all for the entire three days. He sent no guards to summon me and he didn't come for me himself.

I had my doubts earlier but they weren't doubts anymore. I was certain that he didn't have any feelings for me. He was only toying with my emotions and the moment I spoke to him about it, he realised that he had been caught and never came to me again.

He did want me though. I saw it in his eyes when we spoke. I saw it when he held me by the neck and looked into my eyes. I saw it when he apologised to me, just before I left the garden. It was clear.

Yet, it wasn't because he loved me. It was because he needed me. He couldn't do without me. He only wanted me for his selfish gain and nothing else. His professed feelings for me were just not real at all.

I wondered why most people from Royal families were that way. They cared only for themselves and sometimes, their families when they weren't quarrelling. I hoped I'd never become that way. It was a prospect that scared me so much.

Since I wasn't wanted by anyone in the Pack, I didn't think it was of much use being there. No one wanted to talk to me and I didn't want to talk to anyone either. So, I felt it was going to be great if I simply ran away from the Pack and everyone in it; my parents included. I thought it was going to make things easier for everyone.

I'd heard about people who did that. They'd leave their Pack and head to other Packs to become lone rogue wolves there. They have no ranks, nor are they respected by the members of the Pack, but they have the chance to make their friends and just live their own lives without anyone telling them what to do or having to face being falsely loved.

In another Pack, I'd only have to find a place to lay my head. I wasn't at all bothered about how I was going to survive as I knew just how. I had some great cooking skills. I knew that if I simply opened up a restaurant or something like that, I'd thrive.

The problem was that escaping from the Pack was no easy feat, especially when everyone knew that I was the Princess. All eyes were going to be on me and any attempt to leave was most likely going to be spotted.

It was true that Dylan did just that, but it was different. There was chaos in the Pack so he used that opportunity to leave. There was nothing like that anymore in the Pack. It was going to look so strange to the members of the Pack. None could understand exactly how I felt inside.

Right beside the mirror, where I sat, I began to play with my hair, staring at the mirror to see how silly I looked doing that. It was up to me to make myself happy; to put a smile on my miserable face and remind myself that it was not all bad.

I opened my mouth to tell the maid to return to them bearing news that I wasn't going to them for anything at all but I stopped myself from doing so at the last second. It wasn't the wisest thing to do at that moment and I knew I had to be smart.

"Wait outside for me," I said to her, forcing a smile off my face. I didn't want the maid to sense any form of animosity between my parents and me as I knew so well that most of them loved to gossip. They'd do anything to get news concerning any one and spread it so quickly as if they were being paid to do that.

"I need to dress up so we can meet them," I continued. "I mean, there's no way I could ever meet them dressed like this. Right?"

The maid nodded and left my room, heading to somewhere else that I didn't know of, while I shut my door and went into my wardrobe to pick a dress, appropriate for the occasion.

As I searched for the dress I'd love to wear, I kept on thinking about the meeting and what it was probably all about. If they wanted to see me, then it had to be to discuss something very important and I wondered what was important enough for them to ask the maid to call me, especially since it was clear that they didn't like me at all.

Because if they didn't, they'd have summoned me earlier. They wouldn't have waited for three days to do that. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got and the more I wanted so badly not to see them but I just knew that I had to.

"These would do," I said, picking out a very casual blue blouse and a black skirt to go with it. It was a meeting with my parents anyway. There was no need to go over-the-top for it. At least, that was what I thought, especially after the way they treated me. They didn't deserve anything more than that.

I got undressed as quickly as I could and began to put on the ones I picked. I had a long day ahead of me and I hoped with everything in me that I wasn't going to end up disappointed once again.