ALPHA AIDEN’S POV :
“What do you mean by, you don’t think she stole it?”, I asked the healer in shock, “we found it in her room and all evidence points to her”.
“I dunno Alpha but that poor girl looks innocent to me. Someone can frame her and make everyone think it’s her. Excuse me Alpha”, The healer said as she bowed and left, leaving me with my thoughts.
“Who would want to frame Camille?” But there’s no one here that even has the things time, oh please she should stop pretending it’s getting annoying and I am so exhausted with her problems. She’s increasing my hatred for her with all this her new behaviours.
CAMILLE’S POV :
As I laid on my bed, my stomach pressing against the mattress as I tried to find a comfortable position. The wounds on my back burned and ached, a constant reminder of the punishment I had endured. I had been whipped, lashed with a whip made of leather and metal, all because I was accused of stealing, which I didn’t.
Tears streamed down my face as I cried, sobbing uncontrollably as the pain and betrayal overwhelmed me. I couldn’t believe that the Alpha, the person whom is my mate, even though being each others mate was a secret but not to them, had not believed me when I protested my innocence.
The Luna just there enjoying the show. I could see the smile on her face as I faced my punishment when glanced at her, once.
In that moment, as I laid there alone and vulnerable, I felt more alone and forsaken than I ever had before. I had always thought that my mate, the Alpha, would be the one person I could rely on, the one person who would always believe in me and stand by my side, I thought as I laughed mockingly at myself, he hasn’t even loved me before he will start believing in me.
That belief is shattered, and I am left with nothing but my own pain and heartache.
As I cried, I couldn’t help but wonder how things had gone so wrong. How I had ended up here, lying on my bed with wounds on my back, feeling abandoned and alone? I had always tried to do my best and avoid problems but they keep coming, even though I don’t deserve them and it isn’t my fault.
Eventually, my sobs slowed down and I was able to catch my breath. I wiped the tears from my face and tried to compose myself, but the pain and hurt lingered on. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that one day I would get out of here.
Days had passed since the I had been whipped, and I was relieved to see that my wounds were healing well. The deep lacerations on my back had closed up, leaving behind raised scars that were still tender to the touch but the scar wasn’t overly visible, though it can been seen a little.
I had been careful to keep the wounds clean and dressed, following the instructions of the pack’s healer.
It had been a painful and uncomfortable process, but the I was determined to heal as quickly as possible. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to endure the punishment of the whip again.
As I went about my days, I tried to push the memories of the whipping to the back of my mind. I knew that it would take time to heal both physically and emotionally, but I needed my head to be clear for now.
I went about my chores as a maid, trying my best to focus on my work and ignore the whispers and gossip that seemed to follow me wherever I went. I knew that the other members of the pack were talking about me, spreading rumors and lies about my character.
I heard them calling me a thief, saying that I stole from the Luna. It was a baseless accusation, one that I knew was completely untrue. But no matter how many times I protested my innocence, no one seemed to believe me. Except very few people.
I tried to keep my head down and stay out of the way, hoping that if I was quiet and unobtrusive, the rumors would eventually die down. But it seemed that no matter what I did, the other members of the pack were determined to ostracize me and make my life difficult
“Do not listen to them Camille, they aren’t worth it” Miss Clara, the person who always stood by me said as she gave me a rub on my arm.
I had confided in Miss Clara, I didn’t want her to also believe what everyone said and be disappointed in me. She never judged me, she just listened to me, nodding her head in understanding.
In the end she believed me, I wasn’t one to steal and she stood by me. She said she didn’t want to believe what others or what she heard and that’s why she came to ask me personally to get a truthful answer.
One day, I was helping to serve breakfast to the Alpha, Luna, and the Alpha’s mother in the dining room. I tried my best to be efficient and unobtrusive, keeping my head down as I placed the dishes on the table.
But as I went into the kitchen to retrieve more food, the other maids and fellow helps stared at me with hostile and judgmental eyes. I could feel their animosity and scorn, and it made me feel uneasy and unwelcome.
I tried to ignore them and focus on my work, but the whispers and gossip were too much to bear. I could hear them say that I deserved the whip and that I was a thief.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore and then I snapped. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was just so tired of their insults, their judging. I turned to the other maids and shouted, “I am not a thief! I did not steal anything from anyone. I am not the person you think I am.”