The mont the Alpha King and his family stepped into the room, he and his mate gently set their grandchildren down, letting them run free. The soft giggles of the two young ones echoed throughout the spacious room as they explored and played, their laughter adding a warm, lively energy to the air.
The Alpha King turned to Addison with a warm, doting smile and quietly led her farther inside. On her other side, the Queen walked alongside her, equally gentle and expectant. Then the Alpha King spoke, his voice laced with both hope and a touch of nervousness.
"This room hasn’t changed in the past six years," he said softly. "We’ve kept it clean... and sotis, your mother would co here herself to arrange your things. She insisted on doing it personally."
He paused, eyes searching Addison’s face. "Do you rember this room?"
There was a fragile edge to his voice—nervousness hiding just beneath the surface. This room wasn’t just a space—it was his daughter’s sanctuary, the place where she had spent the first eighteen years of her life. A room filled with mories, laughter, tears... and now, uncertainty.
Addison looked around the spacious room, bathed in warm sunlight that stread through the tall windows. The view was breathtaking, offering a perfect glimpse of the lands beyond. A king-sized bed sat at the center, draped in white silk sheets and matching pillows, while the marble floor glead beneath her feet. The entire room was styled in a palette of white, cream, and gold—elegant, pristine, and tiless. Vases of fresh flowers adorned the side tables, their subtle fragrance mingling with the faint, familiar scent in the air.
It was undeniably luxurious—larger, even, than Zion’s alpha suite. Yet what struck Addison most wasn’t the size or grandeur. It was the feeling. A stirring deep in her chest as mories slowly resurfaced.
She turned to the Alpha King, her voice soft with wonder. "Yes... I rember. My room hasn’t changed. It’s still exactly the sa as before."
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
Yes, she could rember—fragnts, flashes of images like scenes from a film, as if she were watching soone else’s life unfold. But her mories were still incomplete. Silas had explained that it would take ti for everything to return. Her mories had been locked away for three years—deliberately sealed by a curse.
Yes, locked.
One of the curses placed on her had sealed her mories, a cruel tactic used by the vampires. They hadn’t wanted Addison as a person—they had wanted a puppet. And a puppet didn’t need mories. What kind of puppet they had intended her to be, she still couldn’t recall. That one haunting word—puppet—was all she rembered when the fog in her mind had first started to lift.
There was no pattern to what she might rember next. Sotis it was a childhood mont, other tis sothing from her teenage years. The mories ca without warning—triggered by sights, sounds, or sotis nothing at all. Random and sudden, yet each one stitched her closer to the truth.
Hearing Addison’s answer, both the Alpha King and Queen were overco with emotion. Tears welled in their eyes, but it was the Queen who broke down completely. She sobbed uncontrollably and pulled Addison into a tight embrace.
"My baby... you really rembered..." she whispered through her tears, clinging to her daughter as though she might disappear again.
When Addison was kidnapped six years ago, it was the Queen who took it the hardest. She had sacrificed so much to bring her daughter into the world and had loved her fiercely from the very beginning. The news of Addison’s abduction nearly crushed her. But she wasn’t just the Queen by title—she was a true Alpha in her own right, strong and determined.
Back then, instead of collapsing from grief, she burst out of the Royal Palace in pursuit. She chased after the trail of fleeing vampires without hesitation. Even when they took to the skies, she didn’t stop—hurling anything she could at them, not to harm Addison, but to strike their wings and force them down.
But the vampires never stopped. They flew faster, higher, and showed no regard for the girl in their arms. That mont—that recklessness—sparked the Queen’s suspicion. Sothing wasn’t right.
And sure enough, when the Queen finally succeeded in forcing the vampires down, she discovered sothing chilling—the girl they were carrying wasn’t Addison. It was Addison’s female cousin, the only legitimate daughter of the Alpha King’s younger brother.
The Queen’s face went pale as the truth hit her like a storm. It had all been a diversion.
The vampires had dressed the cousin in the sa flowing white gown Addison had worn during her coming-of-age ceremony. The dress still carried traces of Addison’s scent, while the cousin’s own scent had been masked—cleverly disguised by the vampires. It was a calculated deception, and the Queen had fallen for it.
The two girls shared a similar build and hair color, enough to fool even soone who knew Addison well. But as a mother, the Queen should have known better—she would have known better, if not for the whirlwind of fear and desperation that had clouded her instincts.
In her frantic state, she hadn’t noticed the subtle differences, hadn’t questioned why her daughter wasn’t responding. And that was exactly what the vampires had counted on.
They had baited her, knowing she would pursue them without hesitation. Letting her catch a glimpse of the "kidnappers" was no accident—it was part of the plan to lure her away from the real group that had taken Addison.
The Queen had been outmaneuvered, and that single mistake haunted her to this day.
She was constantly haunted by the what-ifs.
What if she hadn’t mistaken Addison’s cousin for her?
What if she had realized the truth sooner—sent out the guards to scour every corner of the territory in those critical first monts?
Maybe then, they could have tracked Addison down.
Maybe... she wouldn’t have been taken at all.
That single mistake weighed heavily on her heart, replaying in her mind like a cruel echo. And it wasn’t just the Queen who suffered because of it. Addison’s cousin—the one used in the vampires’ cruel deception—had carried her own burden of guilt. Though she had no part in the sche, she couldn’t help but feel responsible for what happened. She had been used to mislead the Queen, and since that day, remorse had quietly lingered in her heart.
Now that she was finally seeing Addison again after all these years, a storm of emotions surged through the Queen’s heart. Bitterness, sorrow, anger—all tangled together. She couldn’t understand why her daughter had to suffer so cruelly, and her hatred for the vampires burned even fiercer.
Noticing the sudden shadow clouding her mother’s expression, likely triggered by painful mories, Addison gently scooted closer. With a soft, playful smile, she leaned against her mother and clung to her arm, her voice light and sweet.
"Mother, thank you for taking care of my room all these years," she said, her tone gentle, almost childlike.
She hoped the gesture would pull her mother away from the dark thoughts and remind her of the present. And sure enough, as soon as the Queen saw Addison behaving the way she used to—pampered, affectionate, and just the right amount of spoiled—her heart lted.
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