The King’s Daughter

The Kings Heir

Seth didn’t argue. He simply nodded and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

At that, Serene stepped closer, her presence a silent reassurance. “You seem distracted,” she said, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.

“Chloe’s gone,” I muttered. “And now this. The King’s throwing a party for his daughter, but no one knows who she really is. They say she’s hidden for all these years. You don’t think it’s…” I trailed off, my thoughts stumbling over the possibility.

She placed a hand on my chest, her touch calming, yet there was something about her that seemed to tighten the space around me. “You’re overthinking it, Dylan. She’s gone. Let her go. It’s time to move on.”

But I couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that gnawed at me. I had to see for myself. Whatever this was, I needed to be there. I needed to see who the King’s daughter was.

One week later….

The evening of the royal welcome party arrived, the air buzzing with excitement. There were whispers of royalty, of new beginnings. The grand hall of the castle was filled with nobles, pack leaders, and dignitaries from every corner of the kingdom. I stood at the edge of the room, my gaze flicking over the crowd. The smell of expensive perfumes, the sound of laughter—it all felt like a show, a performance.

My pack members were scattered throughout the hall, chatting with various figures from the other packs. No one knew anything about the King’s daughter, but there was an unspoken tension in the air. The King had not yet made his entrance, but his presence loomed, and with it, the mystery of his daughter’s identity.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from searching the crowd, as if my instinct could pull her out from the sea of faces.

‘If Chloe is here, I thought, I’ll know.’

But the more I looked, the more confused I became. There was no sign of her.

Suddenly, the King entered the room with a quiet authority, his presence immediately commanding attention. His eyes swept over the gathered crowd as if taking stock of everyone present. A murmur rippled through the crowd as the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.

And then, she stepped into the room.

My heart skipped a beat. She was stunning—her presence commanding the room as if she had always belonged there. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes, though distant, held a spark of something… familiar.

I blinked, trying to make sense of the wave of emotion crashing through me. It was her. It had to be.

But this woman—this regal figure—was not the meek and quiet Chloe I had once known. Her posture was different, her expression sharp, and confident. No longer was she the submissive woman I had thought I could control. No. This woman was someone else entirely, and in that instant, it became clear: the Chloe I had married was gone.

Meanwhile, the King stepped forward, his voice loud and clear as he made the introduction. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, his tone regal and proud, “I present to you my daughter. The one you have all waited for—the future of our kingdom.”

The applause thundered in my ears, but it barely registered. My eyes remained locked on the woman standing beside the King. She was poised, a vision of power and grace, but it was the coldness in her eyes—the same eyes I once knew—that looked at me with care and love, now dark and cold as the abyss.

‘Chloe…’ I called internally, my breath hooking in my chest. This regal woman, the one who stood at the King’s side like she was born to be there, was the same woman who had once been my Luna. The woman I had driven away a few weeks back.

The King beamed at the crowd, clearly pleased by the reaction. His pride in his daughter was palpable. I could feel the weight of the entire room’s gaze shift, the whispers turning into a loud hum. But it was as if Chloe didn’t even hear them.

She stood there, her expression unreadable, as if she were a stranger to this world. And to me.

My heart pounded in my chest as I moved through the crowd, my feet carrying me toward her despite every instinct screaming at me to stop. I had to know if this was really her—if she had truly become someone else and why she had kept her identity away from me for four years.

When I reached her, she was standing with her back slightly turned, her head held high. Her posture was impeccable as if she had been groomed for this moment all her life. The woman I had once known as Chloe—my wife—was gone, replaced by this… this queen.

I cleared my throat, my voice unsteady despite the facade of control. “Chloe,” I said, the word coming out in a rasp, a name that felt strange to my lips now, “It’s been a long time.”

She didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch of recognition crossed her face.

Instead, she turned slowly, her eyes meeting mine. They were the same eyes—those pale green eyes that used to be meek. But now, they were cold, calculating, distant.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice smooth and unbothered. “Do I know you?”

Her words and indifference hit me like a punch to the gut.

I froze, staring at her, my mouth slightly agape. She had no idea who I was. No recognition, no warmth. Just… indifference. A complete blank slate.

“You… you don’t remember me?” I asked, my voice faltering.

She tilted her head slightly, a polite smile curling her lips. “I’m afraid I don’t,” she said. “Should I?”

The crowd around us had quieted, sensing the tension building. They whispered amongst themselves, but I couldn’t hear them. All I could hear was the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears.

She doesn’t remember me.

I clenched my jaw, but I didn’t back away. “We were married once. You were my Luna.”

The words left my lips before I could stop them, and I instantly regretted them. But it was too late. The damage was done. The truth had slipped out.

Chloe’s smile didn’t falter. She simply regarded me with an air of polite curiosity, as if she were speaking to a stranger she had no interest in. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice soft, almost apologetic. “But I don’t recall being anyone’s Luna. Perhaps you’ve confused me with someone else. I mean every man here wants me to be their Luna.”

Her words were like ice water poured over my soul. She was acting like she had never known me, like we had never shared a life together. She wasn’t just distant. She was playing the part of someone who had no memory of me, no history, as though I was a complete stranger.

On the other hand, the room had gone completely silent now. All eyes were on us, watching as I stood there, speechless, staring at the woman who had once been my wife, whom I had never looked at for one minute.

I wanted to say something, to demand an explanation, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I watched as she turned away, dismissing me as though I were nothing. As if she had no idea who I was, and more importantly, as if she didn’t care.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, and I could see the slight glimmer of amusement in her gaze. She was enjoying this—enjoying the game of pretending I was someone she didn’t know.

Before I could recover, a young man walked up to me, a well-dressed man in his late twenties. He glanced at me nervously, then looked at Chloe.

“My Alpha wishes to speak with you, Your Highness,” he said, his voice filled with a touch of awe.

Chloe’s gaze slid over him, and she gave a small nod, not an ounce of surprise in her expression. “Tell your Alpha that I have no interest in speaking with any Alpha. I’m sure my father will handle this, if necessary.”

The words stung, but it was the way she said them, so coolly, as if she had no ties to me at all, that made my heart ache. She really has forgotten me. Or worse… she’s erased me on purpose.

I stood there, paralyzed, unable to respond, as Chloe continued to move through the crowd with the elegance of a queen, leaving me behind in the center of the room.

Shortly after…

The King’s voice broke through the heavy silence, calling attention to the crowd once again. “My daughter, Chloe,” he announced with pride. “You have all heard the rumors. She is indeed the future of our kingdom. It is with great pleasure that I introduce her to the public for the first time, as my heir.”

The crowd erupted in applause again, but this time, I didn’t clap. I couldn’t.

Chloe had no idea who I was. She had erased everything we once had, and now, she stood there, unrecognizable, surrounded by her royal family and the life she had built without me.

As I stood there, lost in the crowd, I realized something I had known all along but refused to admit: Chloe was gone. The woman I had known, who loved me, the woman who always waited for me to come home no longer existed.

And now, I had no idea who this woman before me truly was.