81. Her Family

ROYCE.

I step outside, although I can still hear the conversation no matter how much I try to block it out. I

glance around the mansion, not missing the guards watching me. They're professional, yet sharp.

These are the guards to the royal pack. I make my way over to my car, leaning against it as I scroll

through my notifications.

A message from the Beta...

Unlocking my phone, I open the message;

“Hello Royce, I thought to let you know I finished my business and have returned if you still want to

talk to me. Regards Quade.’

He's back...

“Hello, thank you for your reply, yes I do actually. I'll stop by when I have a chance.’ I hit send and

slip my phone into my pocket.

I need to ask him without further delay and if she’s alive, then there is so much more I need to do.

Of course, the entire situation is a struggle. What if she would rather not have anything to do with

us? But if I know she’s alive, would I be able to simply walk away not knowing if she’s happy?

I close my eyes, tilting my head back slightly, letting the warmth of the sun hit my face when I hear

the sound of running, a thumping heart and sense Dante's powerful aura.

Ah... 1 guess I can have that word with him.

I open my eyes as he comes into view and I see the guards disperse, lowering their heads to their

future Alpha before leaving the grounds.

He's wearing an oversized hoodie, sweatpants, and headphones are stuck in his ear. He is drenched

in sweat and looks surprisingly exhausted.

“Morning.” I say, as he slows down and approaches me while he takes a swig from the water bottle

he’s holding.

"Good morning, or should I say, afternoon.” He says almost mockingly.

I cock a brow. “It's still not noon, actually, if we're being precise.” I counter lightly.

He smirks, clearly amused.

“You're angry at me.” He states the obvious.

“Should I not be? You know yourself that what you said would hurt her, yet you still said it.” I say,

getting to the point.

He exhales slowly before he nods. “Yes, I do know that, but I did what I did..." He clenches his jaw

and for a fraction of a second I almost think that he’s in pain, but it's only there for a fraction of a

second before he looks at me as stoic and confident as ever.

I am not angry at her reaction. She was simply caring for her daughter, but in time I do hope she

accepts us.

“It was lovely to have you here.” She says, stepping closer to me and hugging me.

"Please take care of her. I will explain things to Alejandro, but please, if he does say something, just

remember, he's a father.” She speaks ever so quietly, and there's concern in her eyes.

“I will. You need not worry. I can handle his anger.” I say, giving her a quick squeeze before we part.

"Of course you can, you can handle Sky's.” Dante remarks from where he’s leaning against the

mansion wall.

I smirk faintly as I hear Skyla growl out the window at him as Kiara chuckles lightly.

“Tell her your truth... and when you are ready... We, too, will await those answers.” She says to me.

Our eyes meet and I nod. “I intend to.”

She smiles slightly and nods. “Thank you..."

I smile back at her as Skyla toots the horn, it's bloody loud and Kiara jumps a little before frowning

at her daughter, who smirks back through the windscreen.

“Well, you should head out. Alejandro will be here soon.” She says.

“Understood. I think I'll leave it to you to break the news.” I say as I walk around to the other side.

She laughs. “I think that's fair since you calmed Skyla down.” She smiles gratefully.

“Take care.” I say, getting in and shutting the door.

She waves at us, and Skyla scoffs. “Were you two having a heart-to-heart?” She says in a mock posh

accent.

I smirk “Is that an attempt at copying me, Love?" I ask.

"Oh, not at all. I was copying the king of England.” She replies sarcastically.

“Understood.” I reply as I lean over, kissing her lips slowly and sensually, feeling her calm beneath

my touch, as I strap her in at the same time.

“Smooth.” She says when I move back.

“Always.” I wink at her before putting some music on and driving out of the large drive of the Rossi

mansion...

It's time...

"So, there is something I need to tell you.” I begin. She cocks a brow, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“It's regarding the Solaris bloodline.” I say.

I have her attention now.

Here goes nothing.

“There are seven Solaris bloodline packs around the world. My mother comes from one, and our

pack is another. We are all united beneath the Court of Solaria. An Alpha from one of the packs is

chosen to run the court and becomes the High Alpha of the Solaria Court. I do not approve of their

practices as they wish to be the ultimate power in the supernatural world.”

I frown, my hands tightening on the knuckles as I continue.

“The only person who can take that rank without being voted in is if the prophesied Solaris Alpha

King steps forward and reclaims the court beneath him. But until he comes forth, the court remains

under the High Alpha. Currently, my father holds this position, and he always wanted either Aleric or

I to take over, preferably Aleric or a hundred percent Aleric now. I disobey him far too much.”

“Your Dad knows nothing then. You're so much better than Aleric, way better. He probably just

wants a pawn, and Aleric would probably be just that.” She replies.

“Pretty much. The past tells us that when a Solaris Alpha King is born, he will wield the ability to

control nature itself, to bend it to his will. A king that has been touched by the hand of Helios

himself...”

I trail off, remembering Dante's words. How did I not realise it? He had simply said the words I have

grown up knowing...

The hand of Helios has not touched anyone in centuries.’

He only confirmed what I knew, but kept refusing to accept that I am the Solaris King.

“Royce?” Skyla says.

I blink, looking at her and she’s watching me, concerned.

“Sorry, I was distracted.”

"Yeah..." She says, placing her hand on my thigh. “So, is there a king?”

I look at her, and cock a brow, and her eyes widen in shock.

“Shut the fucking door!” She says, jumping in her seat before she turns to me sharply. “A Solaris

who can control the weather, who can wield lightning itselfl Holy motherfucker! You're the

prophesied Solaris King!"