Chapter 106 Reached Out

Chapter 106 Reached Out
\- Princess Helena's POV -
I refused to let my thoughts wander into places that could destroy the fragile peace I built.
I sighed and looked at Frost. “Now, off you go and get changed. Your clothes are on your bed,” I told him gently.
“Yes, Mommy!” he said brightly, his gray eyes lighting up before he ran upstairs.
His small footsteps echoed against the wooden stairs—quick, eager, alive.
I smiled.
My child was growing up so fast.
It felt like only yesterday that I held him in my arms, his tiny fingers curling around mine. Now he could do things by himself. He insisted on it. He was more mature than most boys his age.
He always thought he was the only man in the house, determined to protect me.
He didn’t like it when I treated him like a little boy.
He wanted to be strong—just like his father.
My lips trembled as I bit them.
Just like his father.
I turned away before the tears could fall.
I went out into the garden to breathe fresh air.
Living in the human world was complicated.
I had to work to earn money, and I was lucky to be accepted in an office job that covered our needs. The pay was modest, but enough. I learned to budget. To plan. To live simply.
I had no powers now, but I still had the skills I carried from the Supernatural World—reading people’s hearts, defending myself, and most of all, surviving.
Survival is not about strength alone. It is about patience. Silence. Knowing when to step back and when to strike.
When I reached the backyard, I stopped and took in the beauty of the garden.
This place always calmed me.
Rows of flowers swayed gently in the breeze... roses, sampaguita, and small wild blooms I never learned the names of. Their colors were soft, soothing to the eyes. A clay pot sat near the fence, filled with herbs I used for cooking.
This small patch of earth was mine.
A place I built with my own hands.
A place where no one called me Princess.
I closed my eyes and felt the strong breeze against my skin, inhaling the sweet scent of flowers.
For a moment, I allowed myself to just exist.
No past.
No future.
Only now.
When I opened my eyes, I looked up at the sky. “I miss you, Heminica… Mom, Dad.” My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard.
Memories rushed in... my mother’s gentle smile, my father’s proud gaze, Heminica’s laughter echoing through palace halls. We were not perfect, but we were a family.
And then, softer, I whispered, “I miss you too, Froylan.”
My chest ached as I said his name.
I couldn’t go back to the past.
I couldn’t undo my mistakes.
I had to accept the present.
I had my son now, and all of my love belonged to him.
But no matter how hard I tried, my heart still belonged to my mate.
The wind grew stronger, rustling the leaves above me. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked. A motorcycle passed along the street beyond our fence. Human sounds. Ordinary sounds.
Suddenly, the sound of a mighty eagle echoed in the air.
My eyes widened as I looked up.
An eagle soared above me, its wings wide and powerful, cutting through the sky with effortless grace. It circled once. Twice. As if searching.
As if calling out to me.
My heart began to pound.
No ordinary eagle would come this close to human homes.
I raised my arm slowly and whistled softly... a sound I had not made in years, one taught to me in the palace, a call used for trained messengers of the Supernatural World.
The eagle responded.
It folded its wings and glided down, landing on my arm with a weight that sent a sharp jolt through my muscles. Even without my wolf, I held steady.
To my surprise, I saw a scroll clutched tightly in its claws.
My breath caught.
“Who sent this?” I whispered, though I knew the bird wouldn’t answer.
I no longer had my wolf to guide me, so I couldn’t read its thoughts. The silence where that bond once lived felt louder than ever.
Carefully, I took the scroll.
The parchment was smooth and cool beneath my fingers, sealed with a mark I knew too well... the royal crest.
My hands began to tremble.
The moment I saw the name written on it, my eyes filled with tears.
“H-Heminica…” My voice broke as I read aloud, “Queen Heminica.”
My sister.
She had been crowned as Queen.
My heart swelled with pride and longing. Oh, how I missed her.
I looked at the eagle with teary eyes. “Thank you,” I whispered.
At my words, it spread its wings and flew back into the sky, disappearing into the clouds as silently as it had come.
I stood there for a long moment, clutching the scroll to my chest.
This was the first letter I had ever received from the Supernatural World since leaving.
Five years of silence.
Five years of exile.
Five years of wondering if I had been forgotten.
My hands trembled as I unrolled the scroll.
The first line of the message made my breath catch.
You are invited to the Wedding Ceremony of Queen Heminica Gargantilla and King Simone Rosenberg.
“Oh, Goddess…” I bit my lip hard.
My sister was getting married.
At last, she had found her happiness.
She had suffered so much betrayal, loss, loneliness... and now she was finally walking into her happy ending.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I smiled.
She deserved this.
She deserved love.
She deserved peace.
But then—
King Simone Rosenberg.
My eyes froze on the name.
The world seemed to tilt.
Simone.
Was he… the King of Vampires?
Even without my wolf, even without contact with the Supernatural World, I still heard whispers of news. The Vampire Kingdom had grown stronger. Alliances were shifting. Old enemies were becoming allies.
My heart pounded fast.
If it was true, then everything was changing.
A union between the Werewolf Queen and the Vampire King was not just a marriage.
It was a treaty.
A new era.
A fragile peace… or the beginning of something far more dangerous.
My fingers tightened around the scroll.
If Heminica was marrying the Vampire King… then the balance of power in the Supernatural World was shifting.
And where did that leave Froylan?
Where did that leave the packs?
Where did that leave me?
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
Footsteps echoed from inside the house.
“Mommy!” Frost’s voice called. “I’m d-dressed!”
I quickly wiped my tears and folded the scroll, hiding it within my sleeve.
When he ran into the garden, his hair still slightly damp, his shirt buttoned wrong, I forced a smile.
He beamed at me, proud. “I did it myself!”
“You did very well,” I said, fixing his collar.
He looked up at me, studying my face with a seriousness beyond his years. “Mommy… are you s-sad?”
Children always know.
I cupped his cheek. “No, baby. I’m just thinking.”
He nodded, accepting my answer, then took my hand.
In that moment, I realized something with painful clarity.
The past was no longer content to remain buried.
The Supernatural World had reached out.