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*Nia, I never stopped looking for you,” he said, his voice low and filled with regret. “But your mother was smart. She changed your names, moved you far away. Every lead I followed turned into a dead end. If it hadn’t been for the high priestess…” His voice trailed off, and he looked down, his hands clenched into fists
“The high priestess?” I repeated, my tone laced with skepticism.
He nodded. “I had to… persuade her to give me a hint of where you might be. Even then, it took years. I was like a headless fly, searching aimlessly. I didn’t know if you were dead or alive, but I never gave up.”
I felt a lump form in my throat. Part of me wanted to believe him, to let go of the anger I had harbored for so long. But another part–the part that remembered every tear my mother shed, every struggle we faced–couldn’t forgive so easily.
“You expect me to believe this?” I asked, my voice trembling. “After all these years, you think you can just walk back into our lives with some excuse and make everything better?”
“Nia, please,” my mom said, reaching out to me. Her eyes were pleading, filled with a pain that mirrored my
He’s own. “It’s not that simple. Your father… he did what he thought was best. And now now the danger is gone. eradicated the threat. That’s why he’s here. To make things right.”
I looked between them, my emotions swirling in a chaotic storm Anger, confusion, hurt, and… a flicker of hope Could it be true? Could he really have left to protect us? And if so, did that make up for the years of absence?
“I don’t know if I can believe you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve hated you for so long, Dad. Seeing you now, hearing all of this… it’s too much”
He looked at me, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I understand, Nia You have every right to feel that way. But I hope… I hope you’ll give me a chance to prove myself”
The weight of his words pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I needed time. Time to process everything, to sort through the tangled mess of emotions that had taken root in my heart
“I’ll think about it,” I said finally, standing up “But don’t expect me to forgive you overnight”
With that, I turned and left the house, leaving my parents behind. I could feel their gaze on me, even the subtle
sigh my mother gave.
After I left, I called Ella, my secretary, and asked her to start digging into my father’s claims. Investigating the royal family was a dangerous move–practically taboo–and I could hear the tremor in her voice as she spoke over
the phone.
“Are you sure about this, Nia?” she asked, her words laced with hesitation,
“I am.” I replied firmly. “I need answers, Ella. Whatever you find, no matter how small, bring it to me.”
Despite her unease, she agreed. For the next week I waited with bated breath, my mind oscillating between doubt and reluctant hope. Finally, her findings arrived. Every piece of evidence pointed to one undeniable truth: my
father hadn’t been lying.
I spent days processing the information, letting the pieces of my life fall into place. Slowly, the anger I had carried for so long began to melt away. In its place was something quieter, something like acceptance. For the first time, I sat down with my father to discuss the future.
“We need to think about moving the company” I said one evening as we shared coffee in the living room. My mother sat nearby, listening quietly,
My father nodded thoughtfully. “Have you considered the Misac pack?” he asked.
“Misac?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.
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AFTER REJECTION THE OMEGARISES
“They were instrumental in helping me solidify my position as the new werewolf king,” he explained. “It’s why I pardoned them after their… complicated history. They’re loyal now and have resources that could benefit your
operations.”
After a lengthy discussion, we agreed. The plans to relocate began, but for everything to be complete, I still have to get Darius to sign some papers.
