a weak front, he was a strong as fuck Alpha with a cynical wolf. If he'd truly died, it wouldn't matter what rank you were in the Pack House. You would have felt the tear of that bond as he faded into the realms of the dead.
It was all marvelous to watch.
It was the perfect way to reveal who was on his side and who was merely in the pack out of personal benefit. Being in the De Luca pack only confirmed a sense of safety because no one wanted to fuck with Roberto.
Those who tried didn't even make it into Roberto's clutches - probably the better conclusion because if they had, the torture would haunt them into the afterlife.
I took a deep inhale, letting it out as I closed my eyes briefly to get into character. I wasn't nervous. I was thrumming with enough excitement to leave me wondering whether Neo and Onyx's crazy traits were already rubbing off on me.
This felt like such a waste of time, even with the immense importance my role was about to play in a few short minutes. I couldn’t care less about this deal, but I knew it would give me the financial milestone, security rank, and exposure I needed to make a statement to the world.
To remind all these fuckers who the hell we are.
If this was a Forbidden Pack issue, I would let them handle it, but this swift turn of events was a test to try to belittle my name. Obviously, with what I knew now, I wasn't a De Luca, but did it mean I'd shed off all I'd worked hard towards just to claim the royal name of Phoenix?
How irresponsible.
My family, whoever that consisted of aside from what I could assume was my mother and Ruby, were watching - judging every move I'd take in the spotlight with the world watching. Would I lose my sanity? Dismiss the evil done to me and forgive? What would I do with this empire that the world would now know was all in my name?
What was leaving a bit of giddiness in me was the fact someone had already claimed my name and was sputtering nonsense that they were Willow De Luca. My poor cage fighting mates were going to get a kick out of this, and though my "hidden" identity was about to be revealed, it wouldn't fuck up my cage fighting career.
They were sworn to keep it secret, so though they may all know who I now was during the day, it wouldn't hinder me from getting a good fight in the ring at night.
The thought made me smile.
"Are you ready?" Viktor asked as he flashed his card at the security gate to let us in. I could see the shock in the guard's eyes as he rushed to let us through, and it only made my grin widen further as I lowered my head to ensure my attire was on point.
The suit of pink cashmere with glimmering hues of gold. A suit literally fit for royalty.
I was debating why Ruby decided I should specifically wear this, but maybe it held a subliminal message that only the royal pack would know about.
I have to find more about who I am. Viktor mentioned remembering the truth.
"Yes," I finally replied, lifting my gaze to meet his in the rear-view mirror. He was analyzing me carefully, already memorizing this route of the drive.
"Something is still bothering you," he whispered.
"I remember you said something about remembering who you were in my life. A Royal Protector or something." My memories were pretty much all over the place. I may just need a long nap to get everything sorted, but until then, I'd blame my failing memory for my current lack of perfection.
"Yes," he replied as he clicked a button on the dashboard that would shift the car's color back to its original pink. "Don't know if you'll need this information, but your real name is Princess Willow Alundra Phoenix of Pink Moon Pack. Your mother is Queen Elphaba Alundra Phoenix.”
"And my sister is Ruby Phoenix," I stated as fact.
"Yes," he replied. "I'm still working on sorting these memories out. We'll talk about it once you're well-rested and all of this is behind us. Deal?"
"Deal," I concluded. "Got far too much on my plate to worry about anything else, honestly."
"After this, you'll get a moment to breathe."
"And eat chocolate."
"Sure," Viktor seemed slightly amused by that as he focused on the road. "The curtain is