The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482 

“Does she know that?” I asked, looking at my aunt. 

She shrugged. “Would it matter if she did or didn’t? All she’d have to do is shed your blood. Whether she does it knowingly or not is neither here nor there.” 

I bit my lip. If Liora got her wolf back, everything would fall apart. The King might scent her and snap out of his spell, naming her his heir again. And then what would happen to me? I’d likely be named a traitor, lose the title I’d held onto so briefly, and probably go to prison or even face execution.” 

That was not a risk I wanted to take. 

But I couldn’t back out of the tournament. Callum had said that he would only get back together with me if I won. had to make sure that happened. 

“I made sure Daisy is in the tournament,” I said, looking at Belinda again. “She’s the final match before anyone can fight me. No one will beat her. Not even Liora.” 

Belinda cocked her head. “You’re sure her spell is still firmly in place?” 

“As firm as a titanium wall,” I said. 

She nodded once. “Very well.” She glanced around, making sure we were alone, then pulled something out of my pocket. It was small, wrapped in a white cloth. I didn’t see what it was, but my aunt held it carefully, like whatever was inside the cloth was fragile. “But I don’t believe in leaving things to chance.” 

She pressed the object into my palm and closed my fingers around it. 

“What is this?” I asked, looking down at it. 

“Okay” 

“Good” She glanced at the door to the classroom, where I could still hear grunting, the professor’s whistle, and the occasional cheer going up as students sparred. “Now go back in there and finish your class. And for the Gods’ sake, fix your hair. You look like you just rolled out of bed” 

I reached up and tried to smooth down the strands that had fallen out of my bun during the spar. My hands were still shaking a little, but I forced them to steady 

With that, she walked away, her heels clicking against the tile floor I stood there for a moment, my hand pressed  against the pocket where I’d hidden the object. I could feel it through the fabric, a small hard lump that seemed to burn against my leg. 

The moment she was out of sight, the class bells rang, loud and shrill, echoing through the empty corridor. Classroom doors opened, and a sea of students began to flood out of the rooms. 

I pulled my hand away from my pocket, lifted my chin, and slammed a mask of royalty and pride back in place Right where it belonged.