The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 117

Princess Sophia's POV

I yawned, feeling a bit tired from too much talk, but I couldn't complain. I wasn't forced to talk by anyone at all. It was something that I chose to do and yeah, I loved it.

Ever since I arrived at the Pack and Dylan walked into the room to visit me, I hadn't seen him that much because he scarcely came around that area and he never stepped inside to see me. I heard that he was always so busy with the Rogue Alpha and had little or nothing to do with anyone else apart from his Beta and trusted guards who always moved around with him.

I wasn't surprised at all by that. He told me that already, the first time he paid a visit. He said we'll only meet when he has something to tell me. As much as I didn't exactly expect him to do that, seeing that I had just arrived and there was always this tendency to see new guests, he stayed true to his word.

Well, that distance did help in a lot of ways. If he was coming around more often, I'd have had less time to blend in with the environment. Thankfully, he wasn't and because of that, I got pretty accustomed to the environment quicker than I expected.

For sure, it was a Rogue Pack and I never expected to find myself anywhere near that kind of Pack in my life. When I was younger, I resented rogues so much and wanted nothing to do with them. I still did loathe them, but not as much as I used to. With age, I began to understand that people weren't always what they were said to be. It was the tellers of the stories that controlled the narrative, painting the people they loved as good and the ones they didn't as bad, just to fulfil their agenda and turn others against them. I knew that game so well.

These rogues weren't bad at all. They were so good to me. I got everything that I wanted just by asking for it. They didn't look to be doing all of that because of Dylan's instructions. Far from it. These folks looked so naturally hospitable and if I didn't hate their environment, untidiness and their lifestyle generally as they still lived barbaric lives, I'd have preferred to have my rest there.

Yet, there was an enemy to vanquish. Some people had to pay for all that they had done to me. They couldn't just go scot-free. I was never going to let that happen. I was going to make them pay until I was satisfied, knowing that in most cases, unfortunately, satisfaction was a product of death.

"Princess Sophia, how about the stroll that we talked about yesterday? Are you still down for that?" Asked a young lady who also sat on my bed.

"Yes, Princess, you promised you were going to tell us stories on the way. I hope you're not about to change your mind," another affirmed, as they looked at me with pitiable faces.

I loved those girls, all four of them, but it was the first one that spoke to me, who was a blondie with sea blue eyes that I loved the most, especially because she was so beautiful, and somehow, she didn't need to be reminded to keep things neat; herself included.

"Yeah, I'm up for that. Why not? I'd love to have a stroll with all four of you. We can talk about all the things that go on in my Pack. You know, all the good stuff."

"What about the bad ones?"

"I'm not about to ruin my mood and yours, am I?" I chuckled. "I…"

Before I could finish my sentence, the door was flung open and Dylan walked in accompanied by some guards. He didn't look so happy and his long, hard breaths did little to suggest differently.