Secret Identity

chapter thirty-five

        "Alpha Victor, Alpha Elena, before we start, I want to congratulate you on both your marriage," our guide said in a thick Italian accent, bowing at us politely. "My name is Elizabeth, I'm an intern for the council and I will be your guide for today."

I didn't even know they had those.

She has blond hair that is perfectly placed in a tight bun, a black pencil skirt, a white, flowy blouse and a gold necklace that has a silver bow charm hanging daintily onto her neck. She has brown eyes that look like a glass of whiskey shown in the sunlight and sun-kissed skin.

"Hello," I murmured, nervously waving at her.

I wonder if I would have had that kind of accent if my parents hadn't been killed.

"Thank you, Elizabeth," Victor nodded.

"Now," she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Where would you like to begin? Which section of the royal family's history would you like to walk through?"

I looked at Victor for him to respond.

"We would like to see the last royal family's lives, please," Victor said, wrapping one of his arms around my waist.

"Which part of their life do you want to see?" she asked.

"Near the end of their life," I murmured. "I was never taught much about it and I, we would like to know more about them for, umm, for personal reasons."

"Of course," Elizabeth nodded. "Follow me please."

        "King Lance and Queen Julia Caito were very kind people up to their death," Elizabeth said. "About two months before they went to America to help a pack, which is no longer in existence, they had a baby girl who they took with them when they went to help The Razor pack. This painting is the last royal painting ever created. It was painted when their baby girl was just one month old and about three months before they were murdered. The one who painted it was Annet Mim."

So I would have been Elena Caito.

The painting she's pointing to has a beautiful couple wearing golden crowns and fancy clothing. The woman was holding a baby girl who was wearing a small crown that was too big for her head along with a silver bracelet that was too big for her wrist.

How cute.

The bracelet is the same one that I was found with. I guess this just confirms my heritage even more.

"The baby girl in this picture," I murmured, holding back the urge to reach out and touch the picture. "What happened to her?"

I know very well what happened to her; I am her, after all. I just want to see what they came up with.

"Well, no one truly knows," she replied. "We all just assumed that she was killed too, along with her parents. But we never found the body of the Queen or her baby, and it's not like we can to talk to The Bloodhounds due to the fact that they're most likely disbanded. The only body we have found is that of the King's."

Most likely? So they don't know for sure?

That's comforting.

"So," Victor said. "Both the Queen and their child could be alive?"

Elizabeth thought for a few moments before responding. "I guess so, yes, they could be. Though, there is very little evidence to prove that theory."

It sounds like there's very little evidence disproving it. I'm evidence that the baby survived.

"Why," I paused for a short moment before continuing with my question. "Why were they killed?"

"We still don't know the answer to that question," she replied instantly. "Perhaps there might be a day that we are able to figure it out, but currently we don't have any leads."

So my birth family has pretty much become a cold case.

        "Well," I huffed, plopping down on the bed. "That was a... a very informative day. Very eventful. Thank you, Vic."

"Indeed, Mrs. Rinaldi," Victor smiled softly at me, kissing my forehead.

He rested his hand on my stomach after he laid down next to me.

"Hmm," I hummed with a grin on my face. "Mrs. Rinaldi, I like the sound of that."

"And you'd better get used to it too," he smirked.

"And why is that, Mr. Rinaldi?" I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Because it's your new last name until the end of time," Victor grinned, pressing his lips to mine sweetly.

"I love you, Victor," I breathed out when our lips separated.

"I love you too, Elena," he responded quietly before gently kissing me again.