Reborn To Reject My Regretful Mate For The King Chapter 11
He was stubborn to the point of madness.
I lowered my head and began to massage the still-intact muscles around his knees.
When the treatment was over, Gale placed a black emergency beacon in my hand.
“Press this, and Rhys will find you.”
“From now on, if there’s danger, you don’t need to ask my permission.”
The device was still warm from his hand.
I slipped it into my pocket.
“Why does your family treat you this way?” he asked suddenly. “How could your brother send you to a stranger?”
I didn’t know where to begin.
Adrian had once given a prophecy to the rebels.
A year ago, a convoy from Southridge Pack passed through Greymoor territory, borrowing warehouse space from the Parker company.
That night, Adrian dreamed that the convoy’s leader was none other than Magnus Thorne, the Alpha of Southridge Pack.
Magnus had once been the king’s closest friend, but after he began siphoning southern resources and building a private army, he came under investigation by the Royal Council.
Adrian also dreamed that Magnus would storm the capital, seize the Royal Castle, and overthrow the current Alpha King.
He told Magnus everything he saw.
Magnus was thrilled. He transferred a massive sum to the Parker company and continued his march to the capital, his weapons now hidden.
A short time later, the news broke: Royal Castle had fallen. The Alpha King was dead.
But now I knew Adrian’s dream had been wrong.
The king hadn’t died.
Magnus had shattered his legs, but Royal Guards loyal to the Crown had rescued him.
He had gone into hiding in Northvale, waiting for his injuries to heal—and for the packs still loyal to the royal family to regroup.
At last, I understood exactly who was sitting in front of me.