The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 387

Callum’s POV

Bianca was crying and trembling by the time I got her back to her room.

“I don’t understand why she would say such a thing!” she wailed, clinging to my neck so hard her nails dug into my skin. “It’s not fair, and it’s not true!”

“Shh. It’s alright.” I laid her down on her bed and hissed through my teeth as her nails dragged across my throat. “Just rest for now, okay? And try not to think about it.” I pulled back.

“Wait!” Bianca grabbed my wrist just as hard as she’d held my neck. “Where are you going? You’re not allowed to leave me!”

“I’m just going to get you some water.”

“Oh.” Bianca relaxed her grip on me and laid back against her pillows with a sigh.

I straightened, moving to the bathroom to fill a glass. I grabbed the wastebasket just to be safe, which wound up being a good choice, because Bianca promptly snatched it away, rolled over to the edge of the bed, and threw up into it before I even sat down.

My jaw clenched as I watched her throw up. I knew I should comfort her somehow, so I rubbed her back in halting circles, occasionally flinching whenever she gagged into the trash can.

When she was finished, she laid back on the bed with a huff, nearly dropping the can on the floor. I caught it in time and grimaced at its contents before setting it aside.

“Here.” I helped her sit up and propped some pillows up behind her back, then handed her the water. “Sip that. You need to keep your fluids up.”

“Oh, thank you.” Bianca took the glass and just barely sipped from it. “Gods, this morning sickness is unbearable. And she didn’t help any just now.”

I looked at Bianca for a moment. Really looked at her.

I’d be lying if I said the thought had never crossed my mind, but she bore such a striking resemblance to the King that it was hard to think she was the daughter of anyone else. But beyond looks, there wasn’t a single shred of Bianca that felt royal. Sometimes, I looked at her and I saw the way she acted and all I could think was…

How the hell did the King manage to raise a daughter like this?

The King was a good leader. He cared about the packs and there had never been a major scandal since his coronation. He was highly respected. I respected him.

And yet, somehow, he had raised a daughter like Bianca. It would have been one thing if she were simply a little spoiled or selfish—things that wouldn’t have been surprising for a royal child.

But Bianca was… cruel. Mean. Conniving and hateful. She was so much more than a spoiled princess. She was demonic at worst and loathsome at best. If it hadn’t been for the baby in her belly, I never would have agreed to marry her again.