Chapter 140
~Soren-
The sun rises over the castle, casting long shadows as I pace my room, trying to make sense of Bree’s abrupt decision to end our engagement. It doesn’t sit right with me–there has to be a reason, something deeper than just her fears. My thoughts churn as I step out of my room, heading toward the dining room for breakfast.
But as I walk in, I find it eerily empty. The staff usually bustling about are nowhere to be seen. I look around, confused. Where is everyone? I call out, but there’s no answer. I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest, as I realize something’s wrong. My unease deepens, a sense of something being off in the air. I turn on my heels and head toward the lounge, where I find my parents, and Damian gathered around the television, their expressions tense.
“What’s going on?” I ask, stepping inside. The moment I see the news anchor on the screen, my heart sinks. The banner at
the bottom reads:
“King Soren’s Fiancée Exposed as Rhett Miles’s Mate: The Shocking Truth About the King’s Fiancee Bree.”
I feel my stomach drop as I listen to the report unfold. My eyes dart between my family’s worried faces and the screen. “This woman, believed to be an up–and–coming member of the royal family, has been linked to a robbery and violent altercation at the Miles pack,” the anchor states, her tone grave. “Concerns are growing over her deception and the
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implications for the kingdom.” I feel a mix of disbelief and betrayal, my mind racing to process the revelation. How could Bree have kept such a significant part of her life hidden from me? Anger bubbles up inside me, but beneath it lies a profound sadness at the thought of losing the future we had envisioned together.
As the footage plays, I see Bree’s face–my Bree–alongside Rhett’s image. They show clips from the day of the attack, painting her as a criminal, as the anchorwoman continues to speak about how a thief cannot be expected to become a queen. My blood boils. This is how they want to portray her? I struggle to reconcile the woman I fell in love with and the one being portrayed on the screen. Our entire relationship feels like it’s under scrutiny, each memory suddenly tainted with doubt.
“What the hell is this?” I explode, my fists clenching at my sides. Stepping forward I snatch the remote, flicking the channel and finding every single one reporting similar. Is this why she sent those messages last night? How was I not informed about this last night? My mind is a whirlwind of confusion and anger, battling with the love and trust I thought I knew. Each breath feels heavier, laden with the weight of betrayal and disbelief at the images unfolding before me. I want to defend her, to shout that this isn’t the Bree I know, but doubt gnaws at the edges of my mind, leaving me paralyzed with uncertainty.
Damian smirks, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. “Told you so,” he says, crossing his arms. “I knew there was something off about her.” Without thinking, I lunge at Damian, my anger taking control. My fists swing wildly, driven by a need to defend Bree and silence his gloating. Our father steps in before I can land a blow, pulling us apart with
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“Stop this!” he commands, his voice stern. “This isn’t the time for fighting amongst ourselves.”
“This isn’t just gossip–this is Bree’s life!”
“Aubrey, Brielle is dead and her sister. I warned you. Did you know she was the same girl who saved Max that morning?” Damian asks.
“What?” I ask him. Damian steps forward with another news report on his phone, one from last night, revealing footage of Max nearly being hit by a car and the woman saving him. It suddenly hits me why she always felt familiar despite not smelling the same. She was no longer surrounded by Rhett’s pack scent, she changed her hair color, and looked normal rather than the well made woman back then.
