Chapter 4 Harold

Marcella POV

Cleaning my baby brother was a bit more nervous; his size is a real fear. Once he is big and strong like me, he won't scare me. After drying him up, I cover my baby brother to give to his mother. She is resting while waiting for us both, I give him to her, and she moves to the side for me to lay with her, almost settled Father barges into the room looking fearful. As he reaches my mother's head, he pays her hair and then smells her neck. This calms my mother, who in turn calms me.

"Is our child alright?" I nod with a big smile on my face, as my mother does too, but I am more shy and tired.

Moving my baby brother to him, my father takes him and uncovers his lower part for a better look. Father starts to cry and kiss mother desperately. Ew, I look in another direction; that is how babies are born. Covering my eyes with my hands, I hear my brother cry, Good, he will end such actions as conceiving another. My mother laughs as she takes my brother to feed, and my father's eyes change color, mind-linking.

One day I will be able to do that-to speak to my wolf and to my surroundings like a Queen. I wonder who the father is speaking to. He walks outside of the room, and I lay closer to mom. She looks a bit hurt, and my eyebrows unite at her face. She chuckles as she speaks to me.

"Feeding the youngster is a strong grasp; the release is quite rewarding. Ye were the bitter ones, ye were." I point at myself in disbelief. I'm a lady; I do not bite.

I frown at her declaration. I see no humor in such words of insult; I'm a lady, not a biting monster. Just then, the room shakes violently, and I hug my mother. That scared me; what could have done that? My mother laughs like a crazy person while my brother is still latching on and I am hugging her.

"It seems Father has given the news to the castle; soon a feast and a party of celebration will be held. Perhaps we can look more ladylike for this feast and party, Ella?" I place my hands crossed on my chest and make a pouty face of annoyance, shaking my head 'no'.

"Come now, Ella, you have duties as future Queen, one of celebration and enjoyment. It is just a tradition; once you find your mate, you will not need another party after the crowning. Then you follow the traditions you are receiving. Simple." Mother speaks with authority and compassion, and I want to speak like that.

Dignified, reserved, graceful, compassionate, discreet, but also strong, fierce, and powerful-a Queen with an iron fist but also a queen with a kind heart. Like my grandmother, my father still holds a strong respect for her, and I will grow up to be just like her.

Breathing a bit more, Father enters the room again and says, Ella, go now to prepare the celebration with the Omegas. Cliff will assist you during this. Fiona, my love, rest. Our son needs peace while I take my leave for the Red Moon Pack. Ella?" I stop my climb to the floor and look at my father.

"Yes, father?" He walks to my side and hugs me tight. "You have been gifted to speak to Selene! This is another reason to celebrate your gift with the people! Tonight I shall arrive to announce the young prince's name to his people. Fear not; we will all be together again shortly." I smile at my father with joy. What could go wrong with all the good news in the castle?

Julio POV

The alarm woke me up another morning. I feel tired and a mess from yesterday. Opening my eyes hurt. I have small rocks from the crying I had. Cleaning my eyes, I then began looking around this room, the same one Trinity gave me last night. I feel like crying myself to sleep again.

A knocking is heard from the door, and then a man announces himself. "Good morning. Is Julio in?" I decide to get to the door and give the most respectful face I can.

On opening the door, there's an older man with Trinity and a young teenager. The elder is slim and bald with a suit jacket on; he smiles at me and extends his hand at me to shake, which I take and shake.

"Morning, I'm Harold, and this is my son Chester. We will go with you today to get you some things. How does that sound, Julio?" I nodded at his answer, closing my door. Trinity takes it from me and steps in.

Sorry, Julio, there are rules to living here. One of them is that you cannot have a pet or another person stay in your room amongst other objects like knives, drugs, and stuff like that. Do you understand?" My eyebrows unite, and I'm confused about what those things may mean.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what those things are." Trinity gives a concerned look to Harold, and Chester pats my shoulder.

His wide smile gives me the impression that he is planning something against me; it's uncomfortable. "It's alright; as long as you don't have them, you're good to go. Now common, tomorrow you might get adapted!" Chester tells me while walking away with Harold behind me.

If I am adopted, I hope to be adopted by his family. Where is my family, who are they, and why is it still so difficult to remember anything about myself? Is it because of myself that I lost them?

The doctor said I was just left in the hospital waiting room, or just left at the hospital drugged, or not? Was I drugged? Is that why I cannot remember?

But then, who has drugged me, and why? What could I possibly have done or known to be drugged? Something doesn't make sense. We enter the elevator, and then the door closes for the first time in nine years. This becomes my life.