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Story: The Rejected Princess
I took good care of Desmond and kept telling myself that once Jalen returned from the battlefield, we could repair our relationship.
When he finally returned, the only thing I wanted to do was watch him care for Nyra and Celina.
That night, I decided to speak with him. I wanted him to treat Desmond better, to see the son who craved his affection. When I pushed open the door, I noticed Jalen.
His gaze fell on Desmond, but only briefly. He turned to look at me next. “Celina wants your room. Pack up your things and move to the basement.”
I was taken aback. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. “What did you just say?”
Jalen maintained an indifferent tone, as if his request were the most natural thing in the world. “This room is large, and Celina likes it. Hand it over to her immediately.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
“May I remind you, Jalen, that Desmond is your son? Do you have any idea what Celina said to him today? She…”
“That’s enough!” Jalen interrupted me. His expression was grim. “Is Desmond really my son?! We had only been together eight months before he was born, Helen. Are you trying to lie to yourself after lying to me?”
I staggered back, his words striking me like a physical blow. “Is that what you think of Desmond?”
He didn’t flinch. “And Celina is my daughter with Nyra. You will treat her well. Whenever Celina is present, Desmond will address me as ‘Uncle.'”
“I agreed to marry you for the sake of peace between our packs and to make you my Luna. But my love belongs to Nyra alone. You should know that you owe me for what you did-drugging me, seducing me. You’ll pay the price for it.”
This was the most I’d ever heard Jalen say. Every word was like a poisoned arrow shooting through my chest. They chilled me to the bone.
Nyra approached him with delicate and hesitant steps. She gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice soft and sweet. “Jalen, it’s okay if Princess Helen doesn’t agree. I’ll talk to Celina about it…”
“No,” Jalen replied firmly. “I won’t let either of you suffer here.”
“Don’t worry; there are no feelings between us.”
After that, he turned to leave. Nyra gave me a big, wide smile and told me, using her mind-link, to stop dreaming. Jalen does not love you. Take your little brat with you and leave Snowshade Territory. Jalen’s heart and body are mine. Hahaha…!”
This made me feel downhearted.
The pride of a Silverhowl Pack princess began to surge in my blood and veins; they boiled and roared for me to stand up to all of this, and Jalen could go to hell for all I cared!
However, a mother’s love and tenderness drew me back like a tight rope, controlling all of my impulses.
Desmond couldn’t be without his father.
He adored Jalen more than me.
Jalen was a hero to him; he wore a silver wolf’s cape and wielded a Darksteel sword, shouting the order to slay the rogues.
When he finally returned, the only thing I wanted to do was watch him care for Nyra and Celina.
That night, I decided to speak with him. I wanted him to treat Desmond better, to see the son who craved his affection. When I pushed open the door, I noticed Jalen.
His gaze fell on Desmond, but only briefly. He turned to look at me next. “Celina wants your room. Pack up your things and move to the basement.”
I was taken aback. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. “What did you just say?”
Jalen maintained an indifferent tone, as if his request were the most natural thing in the world. “This room is large, and Celina likes it. Hand it over to her immediately.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
“May I remind you, Jalen, that Desmond is your son? Do you have any idea what Celina said to him today? She…”
“That’s enough!” Jalen interrupted me. His expression was grim. “Is Desmond really my son?! We had only been together eight months before he was born, Helen. Are you trying to lie to yourself after lying to me?”
I staggered back, his words striking me like a physical blow. “Is that what you think of Desmond?”
He didn’t flinch. “And Celina is my daughter with Nyra. You will treat her well. Whenever Celina is present, Desmond will address me as ‘Uncle.'”
“I agreed to marry you for the sake of peace between our packs and to make you my Luna. But my love belongs to Nyra alone. You should know that you owe me for what you did-drugging me, seducing me. You’ll pay the price for it.”
This was the most I’d ever heard Jalen say. Every word was like a poisoned arrow shooting through my chest. They chilled me to the bone.
Nyra approached him with delicate and hesitant steps. She gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice soft and sweet. “Jalen, it’s okay if Princess Helen doesn’t agree. I’ll talk to Celina about it…”
“No,” Jalen replied firmly. “I won’t let either of you suffer here.”
“Don’t worry; there are no feelings between us.”
After that, he turned to leave. Nyra gave me a big, wide smile and told me, using her mind-link, to stop dreaming. Jalen does not love you. Take your little brat with you and leave Snowshade Territory. Jalen’s heart and body are mine. Hahaha…!”
This made me feel downhearted.
The pride of a Silverhowl Pack princess began to surge in my blood and veins; they boiled and roared for me to stand up to all of this, and Jalen could go to hell for all I cared!
However, a mother’s love and tenderness drew me back like a tight rope, controlling all of my impulses.
Desmond couldn’t be without his father.
He adored Jalen more than me.
Jalen was a hero to him; he wore a silver wolf’s cape and wielded a Darksteel sword, shouting the order to slay the rogues.