Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King-Chapter 152

~ NYSSA

I stared at the safe, unable to move, at the blinking keypad and the four digit screen waiting for me to push in a number.

"I’m impressed," Rowan murmured. I nearly jumped when I heard his voice so close to me, I hadn’t even heard him move. "Did you know this was here?"

"I wouldn’t be standing here with my mouth wide if I did."

I reached for the keypad but quickly snatched my hand back when I realized something important. "I don’t know the code."

Behind me, Rowan frowned. "It has to be something simple right."

"I doubt it. It was hidden in the bookshelf. Maybe the code had something to do with the books and the way they were arranged." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

I turned to the books that were now sitting in a neat pile on the bed and cursed. I should have paid more attention to it before I started pulling it off the shelf.

"Maybe it’s the day they were mated," I offered. "Or the day they met. Or it could be something else entirely and I’m just over here fucking deluding myself."

"When is your birthday?" he asked.

The question caught me off guard. I blinked twice, but he merely urged me to speak. "August fifth. What does my birthday have to do with anything?"

He brushed past me without speaking and pushed four digits into the keypad.

It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize what he was doing and once I did, I rushed forward to grab him.

"Don’t! It could be—"

There was a loud beep and the safe door opened with a small crack.

I stood there absolutely dumbfounded, my mouth left ajar. I blinked twice, glancing over at Rowan who didn’t seem surprised in the slightest. He just pulled open the safe to reveal stacks of huge brown envelopes, a small black box and a leather bound journal.

"You should be the one to get them," he said. "They were your parents."

"How?" I turned to him in shock. "How did you know the code? Did you see it somewhere?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Then how did you guess my birthday? It could have been anything."

"Not really. It had to be something important and I think other than a mate, the next most important thing is a child. You are their only child, and when they died, your father had a picture of you in his pocket. It was the only logical answer."

I swallowed the thick knot that formed in my throat, staring at the documents in the safe.

For them to keep it hidden, then it had to be important. It was exactly what I was searching for and yet, I couldn’t reach for it.

Now that the answers were within reach, I couldn’t help but wonder if I truly wanted them or not.

"You don’t have to look at it now," Rowan said softly. "You can just take it and look at it when you have time."

"I think I’d like that. Can you help me grab a bag from the closet? My mum had a bunch of totes that I can use."

"Of course."

We packed up the things from the safe as well as the rest of the books. Thankfully, there were no other safes to be found.

Once I was done packing up my parents stuff, I went to my room and grabbed a few of my things I had left behind; nothing important, just a few stuff with a lot of sentimental value.

By the time we finally left the house, the sky was already dark but Rowan was adamant that we did not stay to rest. We stopped to grab something to eat from a roadside shop. The store owner was an older man who stared at us with wide eyes and shaky hands. It was a miracle he didn’t pass out while serving us.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Eric asked, leaning against my side of the car while we waited for Rowan while he grabbed our food.

"I don’t know," I admitted.

"Sounds complicated."

I couldn’t help but sigh. "It is."

"Whatever it is, I’m here if you want to talk to someone," he said, nudging me with his shoulder slightly.

I smiled up at him. "I know."

Rowan picked that exact moment to step out of the store. Eric winked at me before disappearing into the other car he shared with Jeremiah who had gone in with Rowan.

"I didn’t know exactly what you wanted," Rowan said as he shut the door behind him. "I got you rolls and—"

"I’m sure I’d like whatever. Thank you."

He turned to me, lips turned down into a frown. "You’re worried."

"Of course I am. I don’t know what I’m going to find in those envelopes. What if I find out that my entire life was a lie?"

"What if you don’t?"

I scoffed. "Somehow, that will be worse. I’d have to live with the knowledge that they were horrible people. How can I support and love them despite that?"

"Two things can be true at once. My grandfather was a hard ruler. He hung more people for treason while he was King than in the centuries before him. To me, he was just the old man who carried me on his shoulders. I can acknowledge that he was a shit ruler but he was a good grandfather to me."

"Being a shit ruler is different from trafficking people."

"True, but the sentiment still matters." He started the car. "We have a long journey home. You can go through the documents now if you want. There’s no audience to your reaction and you have the next few hours to process."

I snorted. "You only say that because you want to know what’s inside."

"I won’t lie and say I’m not curious, but I’m more worried about you. If you choose never to tell me, I will be fine with that answer. I just want you to do what is best for you."

I stared at the tote bag between my legs, at the documents that mocked me, and yet called to me.

With a sigh, I reached for it. "There’s no better time than the present."