Rosangela: The Runaway Princess (Book #2)

A week went past since I arrived at the Bloodrose Pack land. Shortly after my arrival, I was befriended by girls and boys of my age. I became a favourite with the children too. And the elders were also very friendly towards me.

It’s amazing even though I had only been here for a couple of days, but I was already making my presence felt. I was also so happy to know that all the pack members had accepted me as a part of their pack. At long last, I could have other family besides my father.

Speaking of family, it reminded me of my adoptive family in London. I wondered how Rosetta, Marlon, and Marirossa were doing right now. Did they miss me like I missed them? Were they worried about me? Were they still looking for me?

I wished I could get back to London and reunite with my family once again. It was sad to be apart from them for a long time.

“Hey what’s wrong with that long face?” A question interrupted my train of thought.

I looked at the direction of the voice and found my father standing a few feet in front of me.

I forced a smile. “Oh hi, Dad.”

My father approached me and sat down on the sofa beside me. “Are you okay, Rosanne?”

I answered, “I’m fine.”

“I know that when a woman says that she’s okay, it means that everything is wrong. So tell me what’s wrong, Sweetheart!” My dad demanded.

“It’s nothing, Dad,” I lied.

“Do not lie to me, Rosangela Grandville!” Dad warned me.

I sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’ll tell you the truth, Dad. Actually, I was thinking about my adoptive parents just now.”

My father frowned. “Your adoptive parents?”

Oh no. I shouldn’t have told my dad about it. I knew how much my grandfather despised every time I talked about my adoptive family. And I understood if my father felt the same way too.

I tried to explain, “Don’t get me wrong, Dad! I’m really happy to finally be able to meet you. But Rosetta and Marlon are like my real parents. And I just miss them, okay? That’s why I was thinking about them.”

“I understand, Rosanne. I know I am not fit to be your father,” Dad said sadly.

“Dad, what are you talking about? Who says you’re not fit to be my father? You’re the best father everyone could possibly wish for. I—”

Before I was able to finish my sentence, he raised a finger to my lips. “Hush! Hear me out, okay?”

I nodded.

My father said, “I agree that Marlon and Rosetta Sinclair are your real parents. Because in fact, they are the ones who have brought you up. They give you the love and affection that I and your mother should have given you.”

“Dad, you—”

He hurried on before I could interrupt him. “But you have to know one thing, Rosanne. Just because I and your mom decided to leave you at the doorstep of an orphanage, it doesn’t mean that we want to abandon you or we don’t love you.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, “I and your mother love you so much, Rosanne. You mean everything to us. But at that time, we had no choice but to leave you. We just want the best for you, Rosanne. We know it’s too dangerous for you to live in the supernatural world, that’s why we sent you to live with the humans. Because we think that at least you won’t come to any harm while you’re in their care.”

I held my father’s hand. “I know how much you and Mom love me, Dad. I can understand why you left me at the orphanage and I never hate you for doing that.”

“Are you sure you don’t hate me and your mom for leaving you at the orphanage?” Dad wanted to make sure.

I nodded my head and gave him a smile. “Yes, I’m sure. On the contrary, I love you and Mom so much. And I’m so grateful to be able to reunite with you, Dad.”

“And about my adoptive parents...” I continued, “I was thinking about them because I know they must be worried about me right now, especially after they found out I suddenly went missing a month ago. I just wish I could meet them again so that I can tell them that I’m alright.”

“So you really want to meet your adoptive parents again?” my father asked.

“Yes. I wish I could see them again, but I know it’s impossible,” I replied sadly.

“Who says it’s impossible?” Dad said with a wink.

“What do you mean?” I queried.

“If you want to meet them, we’re going to fly to London tomorrow to pay them a visit,” Dad stated.

“Really, Dad?” I said in disbelief.

With a nod and a smile, Dad said, “Yes.”

I threw my arms around my father. “Thank you, Dad. Thank you so much.”