Chapter 10

10

"I haven't had a good life myself so I thought it would be better if I minded my business." Mrs. Styles smiled. "Alpha Arnold is strong but he's not the best Alpha out there. He's cruel and he's made sure I saw his cruelty like no one else did."

"I was trying to avoid that by not helping you. But now... Now if I don't, then I'll never be able to forgive myself." She said remorsefully as if it was her job to help her anyway.

On the contrary, Violet gaped at her, her heart throbbing violently in her throat. Her ears and face were hot, her mind replaying those words.

Did she really mean those words? Was she really going to help her? Did that mean... That she trusted her that she didn't do anything wrong? Did she believe Violet wasn't the one who tried to sedúce Ben?

As all those questions whirled in her mind, her wounds... Those wounds she was given since Kiara's birthday burned like embers.

In the four months of her punishment as Princess Kiara's maid, Violet was never tried to help. Everyone in the pack enjoyed seeing her suffer. They laughed and mocked. They were entertained by every sob that escaped her. And yet, no one— not even attempted— to soothe her with a comment, let alone go against the Alpha and his daughter to help her.

"So, you don't think I... I would deceive my best friend?" Violet found herself asking.

Although it was obvious since Mrs. Styles was thinking to help her, Violet wanted to hear it for her peace of mind. In the last four months, she was made to believe that it was her fault, and somewhere Violet had accepted that too. Until... This.

Violet watched as a soft, tentative smile formed on the lady's lips.

"Of course not, dear. I know you, and I know you would never intentionally hurt anyone, especially not your best friend."

The relief from hearing those words crashed like a wave over Violet. She breathed raggedly.

"B-but everyone thinks... they all believe that I—"

"I don't care what they believe." Mrs. Styles snapped. "They can go the deepest part of hell for all I care. I know they're following the Alpha and his daughter like a spineless follower. They're saying words they heard their alpha and his daughter say."

"But I don't believe that for a second! You're not capable of such deceit. Anyone with a well-functioning brain would be able to see that."

"S-so, y-you believe me? Y-you think I didn't purposely d-do that?" Violet stammered as tears streamed from her eyes.

"With all my heart, Violet." Mrs. Styles rubbed her arm. "I have seen you for two years. That much time is enough to draw a conclusion whether a person is as good as they show or fake. You're not fake, Violet. You're a nice and humble soul."

"That nasty piece of work Princess, on the other hand, is following her father's path and being an oppressive dictator like him. I'm telling you, the things she's done to you will come before her as well. Karma doesn't spare anyone. She will also get what she gave you." Violet gasped. She was scared suddenly since Mrs. Styles didn't feel anything when she said those words.

She went on, "She is a bítch who's been trained to bully others. Her father is her inspiration and I won't be surprised to know that she framed you."

"B-but K-kiara w-won't. It w-was Ben."

"Dear, you haven't seen what I've seen. But you're right about that perverted pig! I've heard maids whispering that he's sleeping with some of them behind Kiara's back." Mrs. Styles rolled her eyes. "They sounded like they envied the maids who were knocked by him. What they don't know is that that ässhole and his mate are alike!"

"W-what do you mean!?"

Mrs. Styles sighed. She shook her head, "Nothing. Let's forget it. I was saying, I'll bring some tasty and fresh food for you."

"Y-you will be in trouble." Violet's voice was so small that Mrs. Styles had to read her lips to know what she was saying.

She patted Violet's hand that was on her forearm and assuringly blinked, "Don't worry about me, dear. Alpha Arnold can't do anything to me.

The fear in Violet's eyes didn't lessen even after hearing those words. She clutched the humble woman's arm harder as she insisted, "H-he will if he discovered you were t-trying to help me."

A tear strolled out of her left eye, "No one t-tried to come t-to my help. W-why would you? D-don't you know that it w-will get you in t-trouble? T-they hate m-me."

"Oh dear," Mrs. Styles embraced her.

Violet's stammering was the cause of the assâult she just escaped, and though she was safe and unharmed, the weight of the experience she had made her shiver still.

"Don't worry about me. Alpha Arnold will never try to punish me. You don't want to tangle with those who hold your skeletons!" Violet stared at her in confusion.

Mrs. Styles waved a hand to dismiss the conversation and got up. She gave Violet a warm and assuring smile as she went for the door.

"Try to calm down, dear. I'll be back soon." She said.

Violet saw her step out and close the door. That was the first time someone didn't slam the door angrily. She was touched by Mrs. Styles' kindness. Pain tore through her chest as sobs spilled from her mouth.

Violet clutched her mouth hard as she squeezed her eyes shut. The trauma of being touched, the embarrassment of being seen, the realization of not getting any help in spite of the fact that most of them knew she would never do the thing that she was blamed for made her miserable.

She felt knives going through her heart, cutting it to small tiny pieces and leaving her bleeding. She fisted the jacket Mrs. Styles gave her and sniffed the smell of detergent from it. Even if it was not expensive, it was new, and Mrs. Styles gave her new clothes.

It was also the first time that she got to put on new clothes on her body.

An eternity seemed to have passed. Looking outside the window behind her, Violet stared up at the sky.

"Moon goddess, will I ever get relief from this life I'm living? Will anyone ever come to rescue me? Will they—" Violet gasped as a loud noise flared in her ears.

She looked towards the door and realized it was kicked open. Terror numbed her body and filled her eyes with hot tears as Beta Joshua tossed Mrs. Styles on the floor. He had a wretched smirk on his face.

Violet followed the sound of wincing coming Mrs. Styles and her blood ran cold. She was covered in blood, her head, nose and lips bleeding. She was thrashed badly.

"Mrs. S-styles!" Violet whispered as fingers of fright trailed over her.

Violet kept her eyes fixed on the only woman who had treated her with kindness. She was the only one who had shown her any humility so far.

But then, the moment shattered. The guard who had once tried to molest her entered the room. He stepped in right behind Alpha Arnold.

Seeing them caused intense current to pass through her as though she touched a live wire.

The guard who had been on top of Violet a while ago stepped forward. Seeing him made her coil back and moved towards the window to get away from him.

"There she is, Alpha! She asked me to fúck her because she was in need. I... I told her that's wrong as we were in the part of the garden that was outside Princess Kiara's window. But she said that she wants Princess Kiara to see her and feel the pain all over again. She said that she wants to make her suffer. But when I did, she started screaming and Mrs. Styles saw us. She blamed me for trying to mólest her on Princess Kiara's command. I tried to tell her that my Princess was innocent and that it was Violet's request but she wouldn't listen to me. You can see Mrs. Styles’ fingerprint on my cheek. She cruelly slapped me for something I didn't do." He lied while Alpha Arnold fixed his wrathful eyes on her, making a shiver run up her spine.

What happened next made Violet's blood run cold.

Tbc...