The Rejected Rogue Was Their Lost Princess

Back at the Southern Pack’s estate, Adelynn burst into tears the moment she removed my socks.

“Luna, how did you let yourself end up like this?” she cried, her voice trembling. “Why are there so many injuries on your feet? And your knees—did someone harm you? Who dares to lay a hand on you! You must tell the Beta, he’ll—”

I shook my head, cutting her off.

Adelynn fell silent.

She knew.

Talon let the pack members in the house call me “Luna,” but he had never officially acknowledged me as his mate. How could I expect him to stand up for me?

“I’ll rest for a while,” I said, pulling off my jacket. “Wake me when the Beta returns.”

“Yes, Luna.”

I lay down, and Adelynn quietly fetched the first aid kit, gently applying ointment to my wounds.

My mind drifted back to that time when I had a high fever.

The young warrior, his eyes red with worry, had been frantic. He brought me water over and over, wiping my body with a damp cloth.

“If you die, you die!” he had snapped, his voice thick with fear. “I’ll sell your house, your herbs, and live a carefree life! No one will remember you!”

But moments later, he had broken down, clutching me tightly as he sobbed, “Skyla, don’t die. If you die, what will I do? I’ll have to follow you to the underworld!”

After that, he had been adamant about becoming my mate.

“Look at me—I don’t have a single mark of another mate. I couldn’t have been mated before! Even if I remember my past, what good would that do? Skyla, no matter who I am, no matter who you are, I’ll never take anyone else as my mate in this lifetime.”

There was a faint noise outside the room.

Adelynn quickly lit a lamp and went to check. She returned moments later.

“Is he back?” I asked, sitting up.

Adelynn avoided my gaze. “The Beta… he went to see Princess Briella.”

She hesitated, clearly struggling with what to say next. Finally, she spoke softly, “Luna… The Beta and Princess Briella… they’ve set a date for their marking ceremony.”