The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter
Chapter 64: Amelia Louis

Chapter 64: Amelia Louis

Zane~

I sat on the edge of Natalie’s bed, my mind torn in two as I stared at the glowing screen of my phone. The message from Sebastian burned into my vision:

Hurry up, Zane. This is important.

He had sent me the location, and that was all. No explanation. No details. Just urgency.

I clenched my jaw. Damn it.

Leaving right now felt like the worst thing I could do. Every fiber of my being rejected the idea of stepping out while Natalie was still unconscious. My instincts screamed at me to stay, to guard her, to be here when she woke up.

But Sebastian never sounded that serious unless it was something big. I exhaled sharply, pressing my fingers against my temple.

"Red?" I called. I really needed guidance.

"What?"Red growled. He was restless too.

"What should we do?"

Red was silent for a long moment before finally responding.

"I don’t know. But what I do know is that I don’t want to leave her."

Neither did I.

I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair. I needed answers, but right now, I needed Natalie more.

The door creaked open.

I snapped my head up.

Bubble walked in, his white hair gleaming in the lighting. His usual easy-going expression was present, but his translucent blue eyes held something deeper—understanding.

He glanced at me, then at Natalie, and then back at me with a knowing smile.

"You’re in turmoil," Bubble said simply, folding his arms.

I scoffed, shaking my head. "No kidding."

Bubble moved closer, his steps light, almost like he was floating. He stopped beside me, tilting his head. "You should go see your friend."

I frowned. "What?"

"I said, you should go meet your friend," he repeated, as if I hadn’t heard him the first time. "I’ll stay here and watch over her."

I narrowed my eyes. "How do you know I was planning to meet someone?"

Bubble chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You forget, Zane. I see more than what’s in front of me."

I stared at him, suddenly feeling ridiculously stupid for asking. Of course, he knew. Bubble and his brothers weren’t normal. They were spirits, forces of nature given human form. If anyone could sense my inner conflict, it was him.

He sat down beside me, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I’ll give you a clue," he said, his voice calm, but firm. "This meeting will answer a lot of the questions you’ve been asking yourself. So, don’t miss it."

I stiffened. "What do you mean?"

Bubble smiled mysteriously. "Trust me."

I let out a slow breath, my thoughts colliding. He knew something—of course, he did—but like his brothers, he wasn’t going to tell me outright.

After a long moment of thinking, I made my decision. If Sebastian had the answers, I couldn’t afford to ignore them.

I turned to Natalie, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her forehead. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, but I knew her life had been anything but.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I’ll be back soon, my love," I whispered. "Please... wake up."

Then I turned to Bubble. "Promise me you won’t leave her side."

Bubble placed a hand on his chest dramatically. "Oh, Zane, your words wound me! Do you really think I would abandon our dear, lovely Natalie?"

I rolled my eyes, but I still felt a hint of relief.

"Go," Bubble said, shooing me with his hands. "Before your friend decides to throw a fit."

After a final glance at Natalie, I turned and left.

********

The night air was crisp as I drove through the city, following the location Sebastian had sent me. The streets blurred past, my mind still half with Natalie.

By the time I reached the location, it was nearing 11 p.m. Sebastian’s map had led me to an expansive private estate.

The place was so secluded that it gave off the impression of an underground council meeting. Cars pulled up in long rows, their passengers stepping out in hushed excitement. Security was thick.

Only supernaturals were allowed in. I frowned. What the hell was going on here?

I spotted werewolves, vampires, and even a few witches slipping past the gates. The energy here was tense, expectant, like everyone knew something was about to be revealed.

I pulled up to the entrance, rolling down my window.

One of the guards, a broad-shouldered werewolf, immediately recognized me. "Mr. Cole Lucky," he greeted respectfully before waving me through.

Inside, the estate was alive with murmurs and unreadable expressions.

I parked my car and pulled out my phone, dialing Sebastian.

"I’m here," I said the moment he picked up.

"Good."

Before I could ask where he was, a sudden knock tapped against my car window.

I snapped my head up.

Sebastian stood outside, his black hair sleeked back, a smirk playing on his lips. His usual arrogance was there, but his eyes were dead serious.

I unlocked the door, and he slipped into the passenger seat.

"What the hell is this place?" I demanded. "And what are all these people doing here?"

Sebastian leaned back, tapping his fingers against his knee. "This—" he gestured around us—"is ground zero for the biggest revelation in supernatural history."

I scoffed. "Vague much?"

Sebastian smirked. "I like to keep you on your toes."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Sebastian, Natalie is not well. I need to get back to her. If you dragged me out here for—"

"Relax, prince," Sebastian interrupted. "This is important."

I turned to him, eyes narrowing. "Then start talking."

Sebastian leaned in, his smirk widening as he tapped his fingers against the car’s dashboard. His eyes gleamed with mischief, but there was something else lurking behind them—something sharp.

"Yesterday, a sudden news started spreading like wildfire across the supernatural world," he began, drawing out the suspense like the insufferable drama king he was. " A girl here in Paris, named Amelia Louis stepped forward, claiming to be the Celestial Princess."

I blinked. "The what?"

"The celestial princess," he repeated. "You know, the one that every damn prophecy talks about. The one who holds the power to tip the balance of the supernatural world."

I exhaled sharply, suddenly feeling annoyed. "I’m not in the mood for your sarcasm Sebastian. What happened after that?"

Sebastian’s smirk deepened. "We checked her background. And guess what?"

I had a very bad feeling about this.

Sebastian’s voice dropped lower.

"It turns out, she’s from a minority royal family. Not just any royal family, Zane—her lineage traces back to one of the oldest werewolf dynasties."

That made me sit up straighter. The supernatural world had whispered about the Celestial Princess for centuries—my father always said the princess was someone powerful enough to tip the balance between species. A legend. A myth. My father also told me that I had to get her at all cost but she was never anywhere to be found and now, when I found Natalie, she suddenly shows up?

"Let me get this straight," I muttered, rubbing my temples, "we suddenly have a girl stepping up, conveniently claiming she’s the one?"

"Exactly," Sebastian said, snapping his fingers. "That’s why an invitation was sent out to every supernatural interested in seeing her prove herself. The event is happening right now, inside that building." He nodded toward the towering structure in front of us, glowing under the moon light.

I exhaled sharply, my patience thinning. "This is ridiculous."

"Is it?" Sebastian tilted his head. "Because I saw someone very interesting here today."

I rolled my eyes. "Sebastian, get to the point before I throw you out of this car."

He grinned. "Fine. Guess who I saw inside?"

I shot him a blank stare. "I don’t have time for this."

"Your dear uncle Nathan."

My blood ran cold. My father had mentioned my uncle was already on his way, but I didn’t think he’d be here so soon.

Sebastian leaned closer, his smirk deepening. "And guess who he brought with him?"

My jaw clenched. "Who? Speak Seb, I don’t have all day."

"Charlie and Nora. Not just that, they were all chummy with him like they had been bffs forever."

I froze.

I couldn’t move.

For a moment, my entire body locked in place, my mind struggling to catch up with what Sebastian had just said. Charlie and Nora—my parents? The two people I trusted with my life? The people I had let close? They were working with Nathan? The man who wanted me dead. The man who had spent years scheming to strip me of everything.

This had to be a bad dream. Had they already told Nathan who I was?

Had they whispered my secret into his ear, betraying me while smiling to my face? Were they really hurting my son all this while?

A slow, seething anger built in my chest, but I forced my face to remain impassive. No emotions. No reactions. I wouldn’t let Sebastian see how much this got to me.

Sebastian, of course, noticed anyway.

"Zane," he said, his voice laced with understanding. "Your hands are clenched so tight I think you’re about to break your own fingers."

I exhaled sharply, releasing my fists. "They won’t get away with this."

Sebastian grinned, clearly agreeing with my fury. "Good to hear. I really want to make them hurt. I don’t like people who hurt children. But first—business. We need to go inside and see if this Amelia girl is the real deal."

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "If she truly is the Celestial Princess, you know what that means."

I nodded grimly. "She’ll be the most valuable being in this world and my father would immediately be on my neck to get her."

How they hell was I going to explain my situation with Natalie to my father?

"And you," Sebastian said, tapping my chest, unaware of my inner turmoil, "will be the first threat Nathan and the others will want eliminated."

Lovely.

Sebastian and I left the car, blending into the massive crowd flooding into the grand building. The hall was vast, shimmering with gold chandeliers glowing over the hundreds of guests murmuring in anticipation. We positioned ourselves near the entrance, just as Sebastian had suggested—an easy escape route if things went south.

A man in a sharply tailored suit strode onto the stage, his presence commanding immediate attention. His build was solid, exuding confidence, and his voice carried effortlessly over the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome," he announced smoothly. "Tonight, we bear witness to a revelation that will change the course of our world. The time has come to meet the Celestial Princess!"

The hall erupted in applause as a woman, I immediately guessed was Amelia Louis, stepped onto the stage.

She was beautiful. Not in the simple way most would describe beauty—no, there was something weird about her. Long, golden-blond hair rested down her back in waves, shimmering like spun gold beneath the lights. She wore a radiant white dress, flowing and delicate, yet regal. Every movement she made was deliberate, graceful, as if she floated rather than walked.

Then she spoke.

Her voice was soft yet carried across the room with ease, wrapping around the audience like a warm embrace. "Ever since I was a child, I knew I was different," she began, her tone gentle but filled with conviction. "I could hear the Moon Goddess’s whispers, feel her presence in the wind, in the stars. And when I turned thirteen, when my wolf awakened... she came to me."

The crowd murmured, enraptured.

"The Goddess gave me a gift," Amelia continued. "Power beyond what any wolf has ever possessed."

She lifted a delicate hand—and suddenly, champagne glasses materialized in everyone’s hands. Gasps filled the room.

I turned sharply to Sebastian. "How the hell did she do that?"

Sebastian smirked, unimpressed. "Could be witch magic. A cheap parlor trick."

Amelia smiled, basking in the awe of her audience. "That was merely a taste. I discovered I could control the weather, command the elements, and, most importantly... I could heal."

A few murmurs of skepticism arose from the crowd, but she raised a hand to silence them. "Two weeks ago, the Moon Goddess appeared to me in mortal form. She told me the truth of who I am. I am the Celestial Princess."

Some people clapped. Others shifted uneasily.

A voice rang out from the crowd. "If you’re truly the Celestial Princess, prove it!"

Amelia’s smile didn’t falter. "I expected doubt. And so, I came prepared."

She gestured toward the side of the stage, and a group of men wheeled in two stretchers. The white sheets covering them did nothing to mask the unmistakable scent of death.

The hall fell into a stunned silence.

"These men," Amelia said, her voice clear, "have been dead for over twenty-four hours. If I can bring them back, will you believe me?"

A ripple of chaos spread through the audience—whispers, gasps, some outright laughter.

I turned to Sebastian, my voice low. "If she can do this... if she can truly bring the dead back, then the chances of her being the Celestial Princess are—"

"—very high," Sebastian finished grimly.

But something wasn’t adding up.

Sebastian pulled something from his pocket. The Moon Diamond. I eyed it suspiciously.

"If she’s the Celestial Princess," he muttered, "her bodyguard should be here somewhere. And if the bodyguard is here, the Moon Diamond should react."

I glanced at the gem, unimpressed. "Are you sure that thing even works? Last time we tried using it, it kept leading us in circles."

Sebastian scowled. "The stone is authentic. We just weren’t reading it properly."

Before I could argue, the temperature in the room shifted.

The chandeliers flickered.

Then, in an instant, every light in the hall went out.

Darkness swallowed the space. A heavy fog seeped in from the entrance, curling around the guests like ghostly tendrils. I stiffened, Red bristling inside me.

Then... footsteps.

Slow. Measured.

Through the thick mist, a figure emerged—a massive white wolf, larger than any werewolf I had ever seen.

It shimmered, its body radiating a silvery glow, as if it were woven from moonlight itself. It was no ordinary creature. It was a spirit.

The room was frozen in stunned silence as the wolf passed us, padding toward the stage where Amelia stood.

Then—the Moon Diamond in Sebastian’s hand flared red.

Sebastian inhaled sharply. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice almost giddy. "Would you look at that?"

My grip tightened at my sides, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Whoever—or whatever—this wolf was...

It had just changed everything.

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