The Crowned Princess

Chapter Three - Loneliness and Betryal

Chapter Three -
Loneliness and Betrayal
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The week had flown by to my dismay, with people rushed off their feet to make the wedding as magical and over-the-top as possible.

I had tried to talk with Angelo since we had came back from the garden, but every time he found an excuse to slip away, siting he was too busy with alpha duties or wedding planning which I was conveniently left out off.

It was safe to say I had become a bundle of nerves the day before my wedding, knowing I was marrying a stranger.

Even my mother found herself too occupied to talk with me, instead focusing on demanding the maids around to make everything perfect for the wedding.

I found myself as lonely as ever, without the shoulder of my mother or future husband to cry on.

And with people so focused on the wedding tomorrow it had slipped my mind that it was also my 18th birthday.

My heart almost skipped a beat with excitement knowing what it meant, but I was quickly reminded I had to think with my head and not my heart.

I heard a soft knock on my door before it slowly creeped open, exposing the maid who wore a soft smile on her face.

"Sorry ma'am, dinner is ready." She said, before wheeling the metal cart towards the small table in my room.

"Thank you Freya." I give her a gracious smile, in return she gives me a curtsy before spinning on her feet towards the door.

Freya had become my designated maid when I was 14, replacing the one I had before, who I had become too friendly with.

My father would always warn me about socialising with those who are 'lower' than me, with threats to always banish Jasmine (the maid) if we continued to socialise.

But often times, she was the only one who would talk to me, who wasn't afraid to make a joke and would be honest with me when I needed it.

She would of been a listening ear in all of the mess that was going on this past week if it wasn't my father living up to his threats and getting rid of her for good four years ago.

"My last meal before I lose my freedom." I let out a breath before pulling the metal dome cover off the plate showing the duck leg that was smothered with honey with a side of asparagus.

My favourite.

The chef must of prepared it specifically for today knowing how much I love it.

It only took me a minute to devour the food, licking my lips to enjoy every bit but just as quick as I ate the food the sinking feeling of being alone crept back in.

"Friday." I said, lifting my eyebrows in hurt to the small white bear that had been sitting on the chair opposite me for the past three years.

For some bizarre reason I waited for a response, or some kind of animated face but I was met with nothing.

I huffed, pushing my chair out with a loud squeak before walking back over to my bed, and jumping face first into the pillow.

It humoured me to think I sat alone in bed, without a soul to talk to and yet tomorrow I would be demanding over every wolf who obeyed the Kingdom.

I also hoped turning 18 might help me find some connection with my wolf Iris since she rarely ever talks to me.

It felt strange watching everyone else shift so regularly and be in constant communication with their wolf, but Iris had been quiet for the past three years, only shifting when my human body was in too much pain.

The Pack doctor put it down to stress, saying that she was feeling the weight of her power and not knowing how to use it without hurting us both.

Even if that is the case I wish she would come around to check how I was or just be a voice of reason.

I fell asleep thinking about Iris, how I wished I had the same communication other wolves had with theirs, and how easy they made it look to shift when they wanted.

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I started to stir in my sleep, the dream of trees passing quickly with heavy breathing made me wake up out of breath.

It felt like my heart was running a million miles an hour, unable to catch a proper breath of air.

Something felt uneasy in my gut, but I imagine it was just the nerves of getting married today.

I look at the clock on my side table which read 05:23am.

I let out a groggy groan before flipping over on my other side, pulling my pillow over my ear hoping to drown out the over flowing thoughts of being married.

I tried to stop my brain from worrying about getting married and tried to focus on the fact it was finally my 18th birthday.

"Hello, Ivy?" I tried to mind link my wolf but unfortunately it lead to nothing, just like usual.

I felt the small pain in my heart, knowing that I wasn't like every other wolf, and yet here I was made to be royalty when I was basically a human at this point.

"Ivy please respond to me, are you okay?"

Again, I was greeted with the familiar silence that I took personally ever time.

I rolled out of bed still with an uneasy feeling, and with every new thought I felt like I was ready to throw up.

I open my bedroom door, ready to walk to the bathroom but my eye caught the glimpse of light that came from the crack of a door, Angelo's door to be exact.

I could hear hushed whispers coming from inside and I couldn't help my nosy ass.

I slowly creep over, careful with my footsteps scared to have my cover busted.

Why was he awake so early?

Maybe I'll be able to speak to him before we get married.

The closer I got the louder the voices became.

"Are you nervous?" I heard a unrecognisable woman's voice ask.

"No." I heard the voice of Angelo say and I could already tell his eyes held a sense of pride.

"Good." I heard the woman say before I heard what sounded like kissing. "Marrying her is the easy part."

"But betraying my mate is the hardest." He said in what sounded so loving, but to me ripped out my heart and trampled on it ten times over.

He has a mate?