King In The Making (Throne of Thorns #1)

Chapter 17 - Two Promises

Chapter 17

"Look, - Raf stopped Blynn before she even opened her mouth, - how about you cut this bullshit and just tell us who we are?"

Blynn pursed her lips. "That's what I'm trying to do. I just didn't want to drop the whole information on you."

"We can handle it," Roi snorted. "We've dealt with much worse."

"I don't doubt it," Blynn said with sad eyes.

"Why did you only let me remember that night?" Raf was growing tired of this game of cat and mouse. He needed answers and he needed them soon.

"So that you would stay away from wolves," Blynn guiltily admitted after some seconds.

"Why? I'm a wolf myself," Raf snorted in annoyance.

"You're not just any wolf, Rafail," Blynn spoke with seriousness.

"Fine! Have it your way," Raf dared her with his eyes. "What kind of wolf am I then?"

Blynn looked at Keenan again. This time, he saw the plea in her silvery pupils. He hadn't spoken much since she returned his memories but now everything was as clear as light. He had questions but he also had many answers.

Keenan turned to Rafail. "You're a Heroux."

Declan's eyes widened as he looked at his sister's mate. Could it be?

"Who is my father?" Raf sighed in frustration. First, he got to know he wasn't given a chance to keep memories dear to his heart and now he had the surname of the lost royal family which supposedly had been wiped out of the surface of the earth.

"Anton," Blynn replied before Keenan could, the name feeling strange on her lips. "Anton Heroux, our best friend and more importantly, the king."

Raf felt his head spin before he felt a laugh burst through his lips. As soon as it was out, he just couldn't stop laughing. Tears were flowing out of his eyes as his body shook with its sound. "S-so, - he said between laughs, - you tell me I'm a werewolf and I – laugh – I'm somehow special. Then – another laugh – I can make everyone bow at me just like I'm some weird actor in a superhero movie. – laugh – And then you tell me you've fucked with my head – more laughter – and now I'm the son of a dead king."

Raf laughed till his muscles burned and his frustration grew as everyone stared at him like he had finally lost it. Maybe he had. This wasn't what he had imagined his story would turn out. All of their eyes were filled with surprise and worry. Apart from Roi's – his were only filled with the same anger and frustration Raf felt. And well, his mate wasn't even looking at him. She looked lost – more so than he was.

"Oh god," Raf rubbed his stomach. "That was good," He let out a long breath. "And who's he, - he gestured towards Roi, - my kingsguard?" Raf mocked.

Blynn stared at him, unable to form any words. She didn't know how to console him or offer better explanations. She had tried walking him slowly into the truth about who he was and also ripping it off like a bandaid. She didn't know what more to do. She looked at her shaking hands and took a deep breath. As purple light formed around her fingers, she directed her magic towards both Roi and Raf.

To Roi, she poured what memories she had of his parents. The boy was too young to have any memories of his own, she hadn't even tried that hard to erase them. The only thing he knew how to do back then was to show how old he was using his fingers. She had only erased the names of his parents from his memory. Remy and Aradia Dubois – the royal betas.

Blynn had met them countless times during the long years of her friendship with Anton. Remy wasn't just Anton's beta. They had grown up together – much like Rafail and Roi. The Dubois and the Heroux were always closely tied throughout history. Actually, there had been many instances where the royal's mate was from the beta family.