Chapter 8
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After a stern and very long berating from my father he finally let us leave the lounge. That was three days ago.
I haven’t spoken to my father or Dante since the little incident happened. I haven’t spoken with my father mainly because he won’t look me in the eye. My guess is not only was he angry that I wasn’t acting the way he expects me to, but he was embarrassed to see his daughter in such an act. I feel utterly humiliated so I can only imagine how he felt walking in on it all especially since he had his colleagues with him. He must be coming to the realization that his little girl is growing up and not so little anymore. Maybe he’ll lay off of me a bit and let me start making my own decisions, but I seriously doubt that.
As for not hearing from Dante, I shouldn’t be surprised. During the ass chewing my father was giving us he didn’t say a word. Hell he didn’t even look up at either one of us. He just sat there picking at his nails like he was the only person in the room.
It definitely wasn’t how I expected him to act after being caught. I half expected him to chew my father out for yelling at us. Lord knows that he hates the little conversations my dad is constantly giving us. I mean I definitely don’t enjoy them but Dante gets them far more often and hears it not only from my father but his father, the king.
To say I was upset that he didn’t come to my rescue and stick up for me is an understatement. Twice now he’s let me take all the heat for his decisions and actions. First at the lake, when I didn’t even want to be there let alone be thrown off of a cliff into the water and a few days ago when he practically attacked me in the lounge.
Once again he’s proving to me that he doesn’t care about me. He’s proving that those words that he spoke at the lake still ring true. I’ll never be anything more to him than an arranged marriage. The thought of that alone makes my stomach twist and turn in knots. I don’t want to spend forever with someone who doesn’t love and care for me.
I always dreamed of finding my true mate, the one destined to me by the moon just like my parents. I always dreamed about that magical moment that I hear everyone talk about. When the world stops when you find them. Nothing else matters in the world to you but them. They are the one that completes you. But no, here I am being forced to marry someone who could give two shits about me. Someone who I thought cared about me but doesn’t. And that’s what hurts me the most. I guess the only type of love I’ll get to experience is the ones I read about in all of my books.
All my life it's been Dante and I. We were closer than close. He was my person and I was his. We told each other absolutely everything. We were always there for each other no matter what. I can remember countless times I stayed up with him comforting him after he would get into fights with his father. I would sneak out of my bedroom window and meet him just outside the castle anytime he wanted just so he had someone to talk to. I did and part of me still would do absolutely anything for him. And my heart shatters knowing something has changed, and he wouldn’t do the same for me.
I’ve tried texting Dante and reaching out to him the past couple of days but to no avail, he hasn’t responded. He’s missed all the council meetings, our etiquette class and a dinner with a few of the pack leaders from Seattle. To say his father was pissed he wasn’t at the dinner is the understatement of the century. You could hear him booming down the hallway of the second floor wing at Dante’s maids questioning them where he was. Of course they couldn’t find him anywhere so one only has to assume he was either off high somewhere or on the other side of town at the local strip club.
It’s really such a shame he wasn’t there. Hearing the alphas talk about the Seattle situation wasn’t only invigorating, it was haunting. Apparently rogues have been targeting some of the smaller packs that are located closer to the human towns. The reason for why these attacks are happening are still unknown. The situation is growing more serious as the weeks go on. Several casualties have been reported from the packs, leaving their defenses weak.
King Edward’s hope was to send Dante to Seattle to figure out exactly what was going on and report back to him. But he very quickly came to the conclusion that he couldn’t send him out. He couldn’t risk the packs catching wind that their future king is strung out and doing everything but protecting the kingdom.
So here we are now. Three days later. Still no sight of him and no leads to follow. Part of me wants to go out searching for him but the other part of me knows what I would find when I found him would only further tear my heart apart.
So I lay here. In the middle of the night with my head and my heart battling each other over what I should do. I haven't slept much these last few days. I try my hardest but each night I lay here tossing and turning trying to figure it all out.
I shut my eyes tight and pull my comforter over my head for the millionth time tonight trying to fall asleep. A few moments later I hear my phone buzz on my end table. Who’s texting me this late at night?
Dante: heyyyy baby girl wut u up to???
My heart skips a beat realizing who it is but quickly falls when I come to my senses. He must be drunk. He never texts me at night and never calls me baby girl. He’s either texted the wrong person or is thinking we’re going to pick up where we left off in the lounge.
I roll my eyes and toss my phone down on the bed ignoring it. He doesn’t get to ignore me for days and then just hit me up for a booty call like it’s no big deal. But then I realize this is my chance to figure out where he’s been hiding out and drag his ass back up to the castle.
Me: Just laying in bed. How about you?
He replies back almost immediately which utterly shocks me.
Dante: thinking about all the bad things that I want to do to u.
Of course, booty call just like I thought. But if I want to get him back to the castle I’ll have to play my cards right.
Me: Where are you at? I’ll come get you and you can show me.
I send the text and add a winky face emoji. I’m not really big on sexting, mostly because I haven’t really done it before but I hope my message does the trick. And it does because a couple of minutes later he texts back.
Dante: Grumpy’s Lounge
Good lord he’s all the way across town. The part of town a prince definitely shouldn’t be in. This’ll be fun. I shoot back one final text.
Me: I’m on my way.
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