Color drains from her face. Her lips part slightly, and her voice lowers to a whisper. “But this is your home… Jack can come later, once he finds someone to take over from him. Maya, please I don’t want to be separated from you again. I won’t survive it… not this time.”
Goddess, that nearly breaks me.
“I’m not leaving you, Mother,” I say, my voice trembling with sincerity. “But Jack and I… we’re mated. I bear his mark. Our bond is strong. I–I can’t just be here without him. You understand the effects of the mate bond, don’t you? I need him. I need to breathe and I can only do that where he is.”
She tries to smile, but fear flickers in her eyes.
“I understand,” she says softly, though her voice begins to rise with desperation. “But you’re my daughter before anything else. You’re the future Queen. Jack will take over as Alpha King soon, and you as Queen. Your father and I are planning to retire. He wanted to make the announcement today, but I stopped him–because before you become busy with your duties, I wanted time with you. Time to enjoy being your mother.”
She clutches my hands tighter, as though afraid I’ll vanish.
“There are still so many things I want to teach you, Maya. Things I never got the chance to do when you were gone. I want to plan your coronation together, show you the royal archives, help you choose your crown… I want to brush your hair like I did when you were little, go riding with you at sunrise, sit in the garden and talk about everything we’ve missed. I want to be your mother… just for a little while longer.”
I exhale slowly, meeting her tearful gaze.
“I know, Mother. I’m not running from this. I want to spend as much time with you as possible, but-”
“Then why do you want to leave me?”
I open my mouth to explain again—to tell her again how empty and suffocating the palace feels without Jack, how I need his presence before I can even begin to fill these halls with my own
“Your Majesty!”
Jasmine rushes forward, her steps uneven, like she wasn’t sure if she should interrupt. Her eyes flicker from me to the Queen as she lowers her head respectfully.
The Queen offers a faint smile, though her fingers twitch like she’s reluctant to let go of my hand.
“We’ll talk later, Maya,” she says gently before turning to leave–regal and composed and somehow, I find myself already missing her the moment she walks away.
I let out a shaky breath, only now realizing I’ve been holding it.
Jasmine steps closer, still watching after the Queen. “She’s… terrifying,” she mutters.
“Yeah, a little,” I reply under my breath. “But not to me.”
She turns to me, a grin tugging at her lips, mischief flickering in her eyes.
“Congratulations, Princess Kali. Just wait until word gets around that you’re royalty now. Fury told me a little about your old pack… how they treated you like garbage. I bet their jaws are going to snap clean off when they find out you’re the Alpha King’s daughter.”
I snort, surprised when a small laugh escapes me. “Yeah… I’d pay good money to see their faces,” I mumble, rubbing the back of my neck, though my heart still hasn’t completely settled.
She nudges me gently. “You deserve this. All of it.”
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I give her a small smile, warmth blooming in my chest–until a sudden thought hits me.
“Wait… Jasmine, where’s Jack?”
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