Mine

Chapter 5

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I was the princess of all werewolves... That means that my current pack were the ones responsible for my kidnapping.

But why?

They haven't tortured me or anything... Besides, wouldn't Blaze want to be the king of all werewolves? Of course he would, it's the highest title for any werewolf! Who wouldn't want to be king?

I kept trying to make sense of the whole situation. Yet, I couldn't. Why couldn't I remember my family? Werewolves have a better memory the higher the rank. If I really was a princess, shouldn't I be able to at least remember my family?

Then it all came back to me. I had two over-protective, twin brothers who were about five when I was kidnapped. My mother was kind, loving, and understanding while my dad was over-protective and loved his mate and children (especially his baby girl) more than anything in the world. It was true. I am Princess Lana.

So this is why the pack told me that my mom died during my birth and my dad killed himself short after her death. They didn't want me to know the truth. Yet, why would my own mate do that to me?

The next paper in the folder made me gasp, putting a hand up to cover my mouth. On the paper was a copy of a receipt. Documented on the receipt was a purchase for 'Make Us Mate'.

This made the tears that were collecting in my eyes break free and flood down my snow-pale face.

'Make Us Mate' was a potion made by witches to trick shifters into thinking they were mates. The potion is extremely rare and extremely expensive. Blaze must have used this on me. That means...

Blaze is not my mate and this is not my back.

"I see you've found out our secret," a deep, masculine voice said.

The voice made me launch to my feet and look to the entrance of the cellar. 

There, was Blaze's younger brother leaning on the door frame.

His name was Ricky. I had met him a few times. Yet, he always acted very weirdly around me so, I tried to avoid him as much as I could. At the same time, I felt he was avoiding me, too.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to regain my composure.

"Please," he scoffed, pushing himself off the door frame to stand square in front of me. "You know that the pack kidnapped you. You know Blaze really isn't your mate. You know he's obsessed with you. You know you're a princess. You know that your family and your kingdom are still going crazy looking for you. Must I go on?"

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to side-step him. Yet, to no avail, he stepped right in front of me.

"I want to help," he said, taking my hand to stop me from trying to get away. "I know how to get us out of here."

"What do you mean us?" I asked, glaring daggers into him.

"I have to stay with you at the castle because if I don't, I'll be executed for either kidnapping the princess- which I had no part in by the way- or betraying my pack. Besides, baby doll. You need me." he said, smirking.

"Fine," I said with a growl.

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We set off into the forest, being extra careful not to run into any of he wolves running patrol. Being questioned by nosy little werewolves isn't exactly at the top of my agenda at the moment...

"What did you mean when you said you had no part in my kidnapping?" I asked, looking up curiously at him, waiting for a reply.

I took this time to really look at him. He was handsome, just like Blaze. He had blond hair that swooped over his forehead and striking blue-green eyes. Obviously, he was over six foot, towering over me.

Looking down at me, he smirked. "Like what you see, baby doll?"

"No," I said glaring at him, my face flushed. 

If looks could kill, he'd be a blood, whithering mess on the forest floor right now.

"To answer your question," he started, looking back forward. "I refused to help me kidnap you. My loyalties remained- and still do remain- in the Royal Family."

Looking down at the ground, I realized why he would act so weird around me. He must have been under Alpha's orders to not tell anyone. 

"You know how werewolves age very slowly?" he asked, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

I nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Did Blaze ever tell you how old he really is?" he asked, stopping to look down at me.

I shook my head no. He never did tell me. Whenever I brought it up, he would get all tense and weird so I would just decide to drop the subject, thinking he'd tell me when he's ready.

"Blaze  is 321 years old. I'm 319 years old," he said.

"I-He never told me that," I said, putting a hand over my mouth.

He's 300 years older than me and never told me? I mean, I would have understood if he would have told me. Age is but a number in the world of werewolves because we all age slowly. I'm pretty sure my dad would be over 6,000 years old by now, yet he still looks like he's in his late twenties or early thirties. The same for my mom, too.

"Even though I refused to help them, they still told me the plan for your kidnapping; hoping I would come around. This is how their scents disappeared in the middle of the forest," he said, getting on his knees.

Once on his knees, he tapped on the floor. Four times in a perfect rhythm. That's all if took for mist to gather quickly around the area he tapped. I heard no noise until the mist slowly faded away, leaving a hole where it once was.

"They had a witch help them. She enchanted this tunnel to only open for a trusted werewolf. She also put a spell on you so you wouldn't remember anything unless someone either told you or you found out on your own. I would have told you, yet I was under Alpha's orders not to tell anyone. Especially you."

We were both about to crawl into the whole when we both heard a rustling in the bushes. Taking a quick sniff of the air, I smelt something vile and disgusting.

Rogues. Violent rogues to be exact.

Not all rogues are killing machines. Some live in peace with packs and come and go as they please. Yet, some are violent and vicious. You can tell by their scent. These ones were obviously out for blood.

"Shoot..." I heard Ricky say.

Right then, five rogues busted out of the green, luscious bushes.