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Chapter 630

Chapter 130 : He’s Back

*Lena*

Two Months Later

Mom turned a letter over in her hands, peering down at the return address with a skeptical eye. I looked up from the pile of letters scattered in front of me on the long table in the library at the Castle of Drogomor, situated on the outskirts of Mirage.

“Who is that one from?” I asked, extending a hand.

She wordlessly handed me the letter, but I didn’t recognize the name.

“Who is Warren?” I asked before ripping it open. I unfurled the paper and then set it down on the table.

Mom arched her brow at me. “What?”

“This isn’t for us,” I said, sliding the letter to the side. “It’s for Grandpa, I think.”

“Well, what does it say?”

“He’ll kill us if we read his mail!”

“Your grandfather doesn’t live here,” she said with a little laugh, snatching up the letter before I could stop her. We’d been blocking out at least two hours a day reading through the letters that had been arriving at the castle recently. Most of it was for Dad, but the Alpha King of Valoria had been in Breles for the last two weeks trying to get the radio towers and landline system working again. We were picking up his slack, as a good Luna and princess would do, of course.

“Why would anyone send mail meant for Grandpa here?” I prodded, but Mom’s brow began to furrow as she quickly read through the letter’s contents, then abruptly rose from her seat. “What?” I said quickly, adrenaline prickling my fingertips. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she murmured, but she looked entirely confused as her gaze flicked to the top of the letter and she started reading it over again. “This is from–”

I snatched the letter out of her hands and darted toward the window, where pale morning sunlight was filtering through the stained glass. Rainbows of light danced across the muted pink cotton dress I was wearing.

“Dear Elder Gray,” I began, reading it aloud. “I’m responding to an inquiry regarding an open position on the High Elder Council in the Realm of Light. My Alpha King has chosen me for the position, and I’m writing with my intentions to accept the position to serve on your council. I’m under the impression Soren Black was originally the one called to serve, but he has graciously declined–”

Mom exhaled audibly as she dropped into one of the armchairs by the dormant hearth. It was summer, and there was no need for a fire. I could already feel the heat that was threatening to embrace Mirage, and it was only morning. I glanced at her, trying to read her expression before I continued.

“I am the brother and ally of Theo of Egoren and his mate Ciana.”

letter was just… business. The man asked about lodgings and

said, my chest tightening with excitement, “Warren

miles away from the Port of Valoria, but I gazed out that window

breathed, mostly to myself. Mom was squeezing the

was back, he had to be! Why would mail arrive from Egoren if people from that realm hadn’t been the ones

“Lena–”

to the

“Lena!”

to face Mom, who let

“What?”

to the port. This could have been sent from anywhere, and we have

quickly walked over to her and dropped the letter in her lap, waving

like Dad’s

“Lena!”

find him, or at least a way to contact him if he was in Avondale, or even Breles. He’d be coming this way;

not going to

by train!”

“You’re pregnant–”

on the train? Mom, I’m only

based on your last scan,” she

toes on the floor as

won’t go into labor

in her eyes at the mention of Alexis, her soon to be granddaughter. We’d taken to calling her by her name instead of just “Baby” over the past couple of weeks. I’d been

baby suddenly felt real. I was going to be a mother, which had always been my absolute dream, but had never felt

He’d missed my anatomy scan, where Mom and I got to see every little finger and every little toe. Being home was peaceful and easy, but my heart

before Oliver sealed the portal forever. Warriors from every pack still lingered in the west, and the High Elder Council was hard at work alongside the

spent in Mirage as of late. There was plenty of space for the refugees of Breles to go in the sprawling metropolis where more than a dozen territories bled into one massive city. Drogomor, my own pack, had taken many of the refugees from Breles into what was simply called “Old Town,” a medieval-looking area with stone buildings and cobblestone streets dusted with magnolia petals. As the princess, I’d taken it

the wounds of the war ran deep. Hospitals were still full. So many families had been left without one or both parents. An orphanage had been set up in Old Town to house the children who had nowhere else to

the most time. I was great with children, especially after my brief stint as a teacher in Cedar Hollow.

off my mate and what we’d been through, and what our future

I was not taking no for an answer. “I just… I’ll

surrendered with a sigh and a nod of her head, and I

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