Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 71 Your Husband Took My Daughter

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Music filled the ballroom as a live band played, and numerous guests rose to dance on the polished floor. Emily’s gaze swept over the dancing guests, taking in the scene.

Southerners adore melodious, graceful dance music and move like butterflies among flowers, whereas Northerners, with their forthright personalities, prefer energetic, unfettered dancing.

Emily placed her glass down, and though she acknowledged that Northerners might possess a rougher exterior, she admired their zest for life and commitment to freedom all the more.

"May I have this dance with you?" Prince Adam’s voice interrupted Emily’s thoughts. He stood before her, his figure elegant and confident.

A tinge of embarrassment flickered through Emily’s heart. She wasn’t in the mood for dancing at the moment; she longed for some fresh air to clear her mind.

"I’m sorry, I’d like to step outside and get some air," she politely declined Prince Adam’s offer, a hint of apology in her voice. Not wishing to cause him undue embarrassment, she added, "Perhaps you’ll ask me for the next dance."

Upon hearing this, Prince Adam’s expression remained unchanged, and his graceful smile persisted.

Unlike Dyson’s deceitful words and actions, Prince Adam embodied everything a true prince should be. His smile was not contrived or false, like Dyson’s, but genuine and sincere. It was warm and comforting, reminiscent of the gentle sun on a winter’s day, instilling a sense of peace and serenity. There was no hint of mockery or contempt in his eyes, only pure respect and kindness.

"It’s okay," he said politely, then turned away coolly, giving Emily some time to herself.

Emily rose from her seat and walked out of the ballroom onto the terrace outside. With most of the guests dancing inside, Emily found herself alone on the terrace, which was precisely what she desired.

She made her way to the edge of the terrace, facing the open front, where a gentle breeze stirred, sending a strand of hair dancing across her cheek.

"Hi, Emily," came a quiet voice from behind her.

Emily turned to find King James standing there. Remembering the king’s recent mistake with her, she couldn’t help but feel a subtle rebellion towards him. Still, she tried to quash her internal discomfort and smiled politely at King James.

"Your Majesty," Emily said, her voice calm and respectful. Her demeanor betrayed her respect for the king, though her feelings towards him were complex.

"Why are you here alone?" King James asked, standing still, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. His gaze scanned the area as if to confirm the absence of anyone else.

"Weren’t you enjoying our party?"

"Nope," Emily replied. "I just wanted to come out here and get some air."

After a few moments of silence, King James’s gaze returned to Emily’s face, and his eyes grew deep and solemn. He stared at her intently, as if searching for something.

"You look a lot like your mother."

"Do you know my mother?" Emily asked curiously.

The corners of King James’s mouth twitched slightly, and he seemed to be grappling with memories and tangled emotions. His tone was calm but hesitant. "She, she used to be my friend."

He paused for a moment before adding, "A special friend."

"Then you’re luckier than me," Emily said, looking up at the dark night sky. A trace of sadness crossed her face, and there was a faint hint of envy and helplessness in her voice. "Because I have never seen my mother. I don’t even have a picture of her."

"Why is this happening?" King James’s eyes were full of doubt. "I know she died during childbirth, but as her daughter, how could you not have seen a picture of your mother?"

"It’s not surprising," Emily said, her voice tinged with sadness. Her eyes seemed to wander through the dark night sky, lost in memories of her lonely childhood. Her words were like a whisper carried on the night breeze, distant yet clear.

"My father thought I killed my mother, and he saw me as a curse. From a young age, he sent me to live in the country, leaving me to fend for myself. To be honest, I barely knew my father. And if it weren’t for the fact that he needed a daughter to marry in the north, perhaps he would never have seen me again."

It would be better if he never saw me again, Emily thought to herself. He’d already hurt me the first time we met. What about the second?

"Your father sent you to live in the country?" King James asked, his questioning tone tinged with barely perceptible anger. "How could he treat you like that?"

"Why can’t he?" Emily turned to look at King James this time, offering a bitter smile. "He’s my father and Alpha. He could even kill me."

His father and stepmother poisoned her and took away her wolf, which was no different from killing her.

King James’s kind expression slowly faded, his gaze seeming to fixate on a certain direction, and then he fell into a momentary reverie.

"Do you want to see what your mother looked like?" King James’s voice was as low as that of an old man who had just awakened from a dream.

"Do you have a picture of my mother?"

"Yes," King James nodded slightly. "I still have some of her relics."

"Really?" An irrepressible thrill ran through Emily.

Even Mrs. Power did not possess a photograph of her mother, much less a relic. Her father is said to have purged all references to her mother after her death and forbidden anyone within the pack to mention her name.

"Where are they?" Emily asked expectantly. "I mean, the relics related to my mother."

"I put them in..." Before King James had time to finish his sentence, a sharp voice forcibly interrupted.

"Your Majesty, please help me."

The conversation between Emily and King James was abruptly halted as Katherine hurried to the terrace and knelt directly at King James’s feet.

"What happened, Luna Katherine?" King James frowned as he looked down at the woman shouting at his feet.

"My daughter is missing," Katherine said eagerly.

"Have you looked for her thoroughly?" King James asked. "Maybe she went on a date with another Alpha."

"My daughter has always been well-behaved, and she never dates other men in private," Katherine affirmed. "I just went to the bathroom and came back to find that Gina was gone."

Emily leaned against the balustrade of the patio, watching Katherine in silence. What the hell is this woman going to do?

"If your daughter is really missing, you can ask the hotel security to help you find her," King James’s tone was slightly unpleasant. "Do you want me to personally assist you in finding your daughter?"

"Your Majesty, it’s not that simple," Katherine began, and her cries had already drawn a crowd of onlookers, all eager to see what was happening.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" King James’s expression grew grave, and he seemed to be losing patience with the woman.

"Just now, a servant told me that he saw Gina forcibly taken to a hotel room by a man."

"Who is that man?"

"He is..." Katherine looked up and pointed at Emily with her finger. "The man who took Gina is her husband, Alpha Klaus of the North."

Emily froze for a moment, but quickly regained her composure. Oh, what’s meant to be, will be.