The Lycan Series
Bullied By The Lycan King Chapter 34

Violet's

POV

The tension between Hilda and I had reduced to a level that was no longer suffocating but I preferred to keep to myself not wanting to say anything that could anger her. "How was your day?" She asked.

Great. I guess she didn't mind speaking to me then.

"It was fine," I chirped, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Did the king come around?" She asked.

I stole a look her way as her question settled in my head. Was she trying to get something out of me?

"Huh?" She urged and I realized I hadn't answered her yet

"Oh, no... He didn't come."

Her face turned solemn at my response. "I noticed he hasn't been leaving his office for a while now. I am worried."

I pursed my lips as I tried to mull over her words. Was it not normal for him to be in his office?

I mean, I thought he was trying to avoid me after what had happened between us but who knew? Maybe it was something else. Something much greater than me.

As my thoughts ran over, a soft gasp escaped my lips as a terrible reason behind his absence came to me.

What if the widow and Savannah have gotten to him already?

My wide eyes met those of Hilda and she shook her head warningly.

"Don't!" She hissed. "He is fine. I know he met with Greg earlier today. I am just worried that he might have other trouble," she explained.

My racing heart calmed down but I still couldn't bring myself to cancel out the fact that something terrible could have happened to him.

Suddenly a burning need to see him developed in my stomach and my entire body began to shake. It was like I was being set on fire. Not the kind that burned but the kind that made you uncomfortable till you did what it demanded and right now, it was demanding for Axel.

"Why don't we go check on him?" I blurted out without thinking. "The beta said we should make sure nothing gets to him without our knowledge. I think we should go check on him... He was in his office right?"

Hilda stopped walking and stared at me with narrowed eyes. It was as if my head had gotten way bigger than it should be and she was trying to fix it with her eyes.

But I felt like she was wasting time. My body started in hyper motion. I pulled at my fingers restlessly as I waited for her to make up her mind. It wouldn't even take us much time.

"Are you crazy?" She asked in a whisper.

I stopped moving and blinked at her.

"Shouldn't you be worried about your parents?" Again, her eyes really seemed like they were trying to fix a loose nut in my head as she stared at me with deep intensity.

"You insisted the beta give them so many things and he was kind enough to let you speak to them, yet you... Do you worry about the king? You want to ditch your parents and go check on the king?" Her questions were slow yet very vibrant. Each syllable spelled itself into my head and I realized how foolish I must have looked.

What was wrong with me?

She was right. Why was I worried about Axel when I had my parents to worry about?

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to redirect my head. Just a few hours ago, I had taken a strong conviction and I had promised myself that I would only focus on my parents and not Axel anymore but shamefully, I found myself worrying about him again. "I am sorry," I whispered with my eyes still closed. "I totally... Ummm... I don't know... Can you just handle the job then?" I asked in a small voice.

Hilda's eyes returned to their usual size and she resumed walking.

"Right. I thought as much," she whispered loud enough for me to hear.

Even if I didn't know what she was talking about, I couldn't bring myself to ask her. It most definitely was about my mental health and priority.

We got to the dungeon and she passed a note from the beta to the guards on duty. They scanned the small piece of paper for a few seconds longer before nodding and walking out of the stuffed space.

When they left, Hilda turned to me, "You have thirty minutes. Don't do anything stupid," she said and tapped me gently on the shoulder as she walked away.

Somehow, I knew that the last statement wasn't a threat but a sort of prayer. Strange but... I felt good to hear that she cared about what I did and got me into it despite our strange relationship. "Thanks," I whispered more to myself than to her.

I walked through the door and ignored the strong smell of urine and faeces that was associated with the place.

I knew where my parents were, so rather than look into the other depressing cells in the cold and dimmed dungeon, I walked straight to their cell.

True to Beta Greg's words, the cell had been cleaned. There was even a small bed freshly made in the corner and my parents were sitting on two comfortable chairs having their meal.

The scene brought tears to my eyes as I recalled their old glory. My parents that used to eat at a very high table were now stuck within the four walls of a very cold and disgusting dungeon...

If only they had listened to me.

I could still remember a younger version of me, begging them to let all the slaves go. I had begged them to stop hurting the werewolves.

I had been taught by my tutor that day that werewolves were stronger species. They adapted and evolved faster than humans. Even with my little mind, I foresaw this day. I knew a day would come when the werewolves would revolt and take back the lands... And I begged them... But they refused to listen to me, now look at where they had dropped to.

"Violet?" My mother's voice snapped me out of my reverie and I quickly smiled to hide away my pain.

"Mum!" I closed up the distance between me and them. I held the bars of their cell and moved my body closer, wanting to step in and properly hug them.

My mum got off the chair she had been sitting in and came to the bars as well. She held my hands through the spaces and kissed them.

"My smart daughter..." She beamed, raining kisses all over my fingers. "Oh, I knew you could do it! I just knew it!"

I had an incline of what she was saying but I wondered how they knew that I had done all of these for them.

My father joined us. He had a large blanket around his shoulders and his face looked warmer than the last time I had seen him -the day he got punished by Axel.

"The guards told us that you have done this," he said, replying to my unspoken question.

"They also said you now live here..." My mum said and I nodded.

I did live there as a slave but didn't have to know the details.

"I am very proud of you my dear." She beamed.

"Keep fighting and remain at the top because you are my daughter! Do you understand?"

I could only smile. It made me happy to know they were comfortable now. I just had to replace a way to convince Beta Greg to move them to a different cell. Having been locked up myself -a few times even, I knew now that they had better cells in the mansion. "I am working on an even better condition," I beamed, hoping it would bring them relief.

But my mum froze and looked at my dad. He nodded his head as if he was trying to pass on information I shouldn't have known about.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my heart squeezing at once.

My dad nodded again and my mum turned to look at me. She looked at the door and I could tell she was scared about the guards.

"They have left. There is no one," I said and technically, I meant there were no guards because we were definitely not alone in the dungeon.

Her face looked relieved as she tightened her hold on my fingers. "We have a plan, Violet. You don't need to request a different room. This one is just perfect. A different one will mean we start planning again," she whispered and my brows raised on their own accord.

I looked at my dad for him and he had the same determined look as the one in her eyes.

"What are you talking about, Mom?"

Again she looked around before her eyes fixed on mine once again. "We are planning an escape. The widow is going to help us."