Hate and Love

Chapter twenty six- Exhaustion

"Mother." I state out loud as I look at the woman who just raised we head. She gets out of the chair and embraces me in a hug. Something wet drops into my shoulder and I realize that she is crying. Only then do I hug her back. The feeling feels weird. I've only ever really hugged Brandon, I just feels odd because its my mother. The mother I never grew up with.

She hugs me for a little but longer until she puts me at arms length and smiles upon me. I couldn't help but smile back. Her warmth from the hug still lingers as she walks over to the side of the bed. Without knowing I had followed her and now looked down on my ill father. I never once met him.

He stirs and I start to think that he is waking up but he stops stirring and goes back to being completely still. Just the thought if my father being ill brings tears to my eyes. Through the fact I don't know him, I can feel that he's my father. It's that daughter feeling, I guess.

Out of no where a loud yawn erupts from my mouth and the queen lets out a small laugh. "You must be tired. Go to the room that has been made for you and go to sleep. I will have a servant come and get you when your father wakes up."

I try to object and say that I want to stay but he waves me off with a flick of her wrist. I don't dare argue. Instead I swiftly make my way to the room that Jenna didn't go into and crashed on the bed. Not even bothering to take off my shoes.

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I know, it's really short. I'm sorry that its so short. Just kidding I can't make a chapter that short.

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I awake to the sound of the bedroom door opening. The same girl that had opened my mom's room earlier stood at the now cracked open door. "Your father is awake." She says in a small squeaky voice. I thank her and make my way to the big room I had once been in.

The father who was once laying in the bed is now sitting up and chatting away with mother. They look so happy. It's evident in their eyes that they love each other, though it may not be a mates love. "Um, hello father." I interrupted.

"Ah, my daughter, come closer, give your father a hug. Then we will speak of the matter at hand." I make my way over to the side of the bed that my mother wasn't occupying and lean over to give my old man a hug.

"Now you can tell that I am ill," he continues,"and I don't believe I can go on. Therefore I have called you here to the castle I tell you that you will need to take the spot that is rightfully yours, Queen. Your mate takes the responsibility as king."

"Um, your joking right? I'm not royalty material!" I exclaim.

"Sure you are, it runs in your blood. You are the daughter of a king and a queen you obviously automatically know some royal things." My mother tries to reason.

"Well, yea I guess. How will Brandon handle this? He could barely handle the fact that I'm pregnant." I state not realizing I hadn't told my parents yet.

"You're what?!?" They both scream out at the same time. Doing so causing my dad to break out into a cough of fits, turning mom's attention to him real quick. Well, might as well get this over with. I tell them how I'm pregnant and how Brandon had ran away.

"Now that that's done, what will the rest of the pack do? Do they stay there and the beta take control?" I ask.

"Well, that's up to you. We have enough rooms in this castle for your to brig them along but you dot. Have to." Dad explains to me. I consider it and realize that I can't leave them there, I'm obviously gonna bring them here. I sorted out a few different things that had be running through my mind until my stomach growled loudly because it was dinner time. After I had ate I had gone to take a shower in the bathroom that was connected to my temporary room. Then I crashed from exhaustion once again in one day.