Royal

Royal-Chapter 39

A/N: didn't do spelling check so bare with me. I just wanted to get this over with because it's very apparent you guys don't care what book I'm going to post when this one is done. (Yes I'm bitter)

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"I need a room that doesn't have a metallic bloody smell." I barked at anyone who was listening.

We were going from room to room trying to find a place that didn't make me want to cry and throw up at the same time. Dead bodies were lying around like this was the norm.

"If all these bodies aren't gone in the next hour I will make sure everyone here is out of the job!" I tried to compose myself.

"Miss Amara, we found a room?" Turning to one of the house keepers.

"Where?"

"Bunker number 5." She whimpered under my presence.

"Thank you. You can leave now." I had the guards assist Rufus and my father to the bunker. People look out for Mason and Ian wanted to make sure his mate was ok before he joined us.

The guards had set up seating for us. I waited for both men to have a seat before I began.

"I'm begging you Amara don't do this?" My father pleaded

Turning to Nate. "Take a seat. You need to hear this too." Just as Nate sat down Ian came just in time.

"Okay."  All men were looking up at me. "It all started the day after I got in a fight with dad."

~Flashback ~

My heels clacked against the marble floor on my way from my closet to my room. I made sure that   I woke up an hour early just to be all dressed up for this event. I could put my anger to the side for now.

As I walked down the super long hallway a shadow caught my attention. It scurried into one of the rooms. Stoping I turned to see anybody else saw this. Then I realized how there were no guards or house keepers anywhere. Maybe it's my knack for danger , I followed the direction the shadows went.

Peaking my head into the room it was clear. "Hmm. Maybe I'm just seeing things." Just as I was about to close the door two hands grabbed me causing my ear piercing shriek to make the man groan.

"Amara!" Looking up my dad was cringing. Immediately I popped up folding my hands and made a scowl across my face.

"Father. I'm not speaking to you by the way." I huffed

"Good because I want to do all the talking. But first I need you to promise that once I share this information with you it stays between us." He waited for a response that wasn't going to give.

"Fine. Nod , grunt, stomp your foot like the immature child you are. This is seriously Amara!" I nodded when his voice started to increase.

"I'm suspecting that we have a traitor in the family." Snapping my head in his direction he caught my attention.

"Like who? It couldn't be Ian , he loves this family like he loved his playboy underpants seven years ago. For a 20 year old man he was acting like a child. Wearing underwear five days in a row. Yikes"

My dad cracked a smile.  "No it's not Ian. I wouldn't be letting him get the throne if it was him."

"Then who. It's not you or me." Taking a pause my father sunk his head down. "It can't be mom. She's mom!" I protested.