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"Go, girls, hurry!" Lina snapped at us.

"Wait, where is dad?" Abbie demanded. Lina shakes her head.

"You need to run!"

"Not without dad." Lina grabbed her face in her hands.

"They took him."

"Who?"

"The King's guard," Lina shouted, half crying.

"We don't have time for this!" my mother snarled at her while my father's eyes scanned the trees.

"I don't understand..." I looked at my father for answers, but it was my mother who answered.

"That wannabe Queen bitch... Landeena...Now the Valkyrie's," she snarled furiously. I still don't know what she meant to this day. Something sounded across the river, and my father snarled.

My mother spun, glancing across the river, then she turned on us. "Run!" The panic on her face set us moving.

Abbie gripped my hand, and we both took off running through the darkened forest until we could run no more, not knowing our lives would be forever changed.

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That was how we came across Alpha Dean and his cruel son’s pack; we were driven right into their clutches after running for days. Our families were originally headed in the other direction.

ChapterTwenty-Six

IVY

"Queen Tatiana and King Garret?" I ask. I don’t know why I said those names, but I vaguely remember overhearing my mother mention those names before she was killed. In fact, she screamed it. Screamed it with so much hatred that it must have stuck with me.

"I am surprised you know those names. You would have only been a small child during their power," the King says, his eyes studying me.

"I remember hearing the names. Is that where you are…?" I ask before shutting my mouth and mentally cursing myself.Quiet Ivy, you don't question the King, I remind myself, yet he said I could ask questions. But old habits make me question every little thing; is it a trick; is he using it to find something to punish me for?

"Why do you do that? You're going to say something, then stop?" he asks before rolling and tugging me with him. My stomach lurches when he pulls me to straddle his lap as he sits up and leans against the headboard of the bed.

This new position is even more awkward than the last, and I become rigid. My hands awkwardly clutch my thighs as I sit up, wanting to climb off him. It’s impossible to relax in a position like this.

The King grabs my hands. I try to pull out of his grip when he places both of them on his naked chest. I stare at my hands touching him, my eyes roaming over him. His chest was broad and hard, with defined muscles and lightly tanned skin. There is a light dusting of dark hair across his chest, yet his skin is soft despite the hardness of muscle beneath his skin.

His skin is hot under my palms, and I can feel his heart beating steadily in his chest while mine sputters, threatening to rip free of my body.

"You never answered?" the King says, making me try to remember his question. "Why do you stop when you want to know something? Knowledge is the key. You should ask questions. How else would you learn the answers? I like it when you speak. I want to know everything about you. I find you fascinating."

Me? Fascinating? How? The only thing he could learn from me was how to change his bedsheets and fold his towels the way he likes them. There is absolutely nothing remarkable about me that he could want to know.

"And to answer your question, yes, I am going there tomorrow, but I would like it if you came with me. Would you like to come?"

"Is it okay for me to leave the castle?" I ask.

"Under guard, but yes, you can leave."

Why would I need a guard?I wonder, but the thought of leaving excites me.

"Can Abbie come?"

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