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Lilith’s POV
Now it all made sense why the chief maid didn’t want Sheila to talk. She was hiding a secret which was soon to be exposed.
Adams held the spoon in his hand furiously as he stared at the maid before him. I was certain different angry thoughts were running through his mind, and it was only a matter of time before he made them known.
“Bring the chief maid in,” he ordered. “She has some explanations to do.”
Ronan stood up immediately and went outside. He came back after some minutes, empty-handed. “I couldn’t find her, in the kitchen or anywhere.
Adams stood up and banged his fist on the table. “Check the servants’ quarters, check everywhere. There’s no way she could have gone so far.”
Ronan ran outside again, and I went to help Sheila to get up.
“Are you hurt? Do you feel pain anywhere?” I asked her. Adams simply stared at me for sometime before settling back on his chair.
I carried her up and helped her to sit on the closest chair to me. Her hands were bruised from falling on the floor and her face was wet from crying too much.
We waited for almost an hour in silence. Staring at the food as we had all lost our appetite.
“Let me go! Let me go!” A woman’s voice was heard from the passage.
We all straightened up on our seats, waiting. Soon, Ronan, alongside two other guards, brought in the chief maid, looking all rough and disheveled.
Her hair was out of place, scattered all over her face. Her body was filled with marks, as if she was torn by something, or someone.
She still had the mini apron which the maids wore around her waist, but it was torn badly, alongside other parts of her short gown, revealing her skin in different places.
“I found her at the extreme end of the compound, about to jump the fence, to escape. If only she hadn’t resisted arrest, she probably wouldn’t have been hurt so badly,” Ronan spoke, answering the question in my mind, as if he knew.
Adams closed his eyes and opened them, staring directly at the woman who was now on her knees.
“My king, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run, I was just scared of what would happen if you found out,” she pleaded.
By the time Adams opened his eyes, Ted had taken over. Our eyes widened in surprise and we panicked.
Sheila left the chair she sat in and ran towards the door. Ronan and the other guards maintained their stand, but fear was visible on their faces.
Although Ronan tried to keep his face neutral, it was almost impossible as, once in a while, he would frown or twist his face before regaining composure.
The chief maid trembled the most, goosebumps shooting out of her skin like spikes on an orange tree.
She was sweating profusely as if she had run a marathon. I couldn’t help but feel sad for her, regretting why I brought the matter up in the first place.
“Bring her forward,” Ted ordered in a strange, thick voice which sent shivers all around my body.
“P… please… d… don’t do th… this to me…” she begged as Ronan dragged her closer to Ted, walking away from there immediately.
She slumped on the floor but soon stood up after Ted emptied a jug of water on her face with full force.
She started to cry and shed tears, asking for mercy, but he wasn’t interested in listening to her excuses.
We all stood behind, watching, waiting… for whatever it was that would go on between them.
“Who sent you?” He asked, shooting daggers towards her with his amber-red eyes.
“No one sent me my King, no one.” She faced the ground, scared to look at his face which burned with fury.
Ted frowned, not satisfied with her answer. So he stood up and walked towards her, his claws extended fully, ready to split her into two without caution.
“I’ll ask you one last time. Who sent you? Who do you work for? Are you a spy?”
“I am not a spy, my king, please. You have to believe me. I have served since the time of your father, with my mother, the last head maid. I would never betray the crown.”
Her voice was loud. Louder than the scream of a desperate child in need of its mother, louder than the cries of an injured man, seeking help.
Her wounds healed slowly, just like every other werewolf, as they weren’t fatal.
“Okay.” Ted stood up and laughed. His laughter, a mockery of the young woman before him.
She stopped sobbing and looked up at him, to know if her ears heard right. “Can I go, my king? Am I free?” her lips gradually curving into a smile.
“Of course you can,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her.
“Thank you,” she whispered with tears, getting up to her feet.
Everyone watched on, scared for her. Ted wasn’t one to let go because he felt you deserved mercy, so why was he letting her go now?
The maid ran as fast as her feet could carry her towards the door, not looking back for once. That was when we saw it, Ted’s eyes burned like a fire was lit inside it.
His claws became so long and sharp, they could pierce a person from the stomach and come out from the back without much stress.
He focused on her and ran faster than the speed of light. He had her in between his claws before long and would have snapped her head off her body if I hadn’t screamed, “wait!”
He sent a quick glance my way before concentrating on the woman in his grip. She shook like a leaf under the influence of a mighty breeze, with sweat streaming out of her body as much as her body trembled.
“Ted, wait.”
A mysterious wind suddenly began to blow and fog covered the whole room, making it difficult to see.
That was the power of a Lycan when angry. They could do the most unimaginable things, like summoning the fog, making the wind blow in the most unexpected places.
I have heard of it in previous times, from the stories my mother told me, but I have never seen it. Ted was angry and the only way to stop it was me.
There was so much fog, I couldn’t see. But I strained my eyes and tried mind-linking, to locate where he was.
“I know you are angry, Ted, but this isn’t the way. I know what she did is unforgivable, but if you killed her what would your subjects say?”
It was as if the more I spoke, the angrier he got, as the fog increased and the wind was more. Chairs and food were flying all over the place, everyone scrambled, so as not to get hit by anything.
“Ted, you should stop. Do you want the world to see Adams as a bloodthirsty king? Even if he won against them, would the people respect him? I love him and would do anything for him. Do you think I will still love him if all you do is come out and wreak havoc? Please, Ted, don’t let me regret loving Adams, don’t let me regret being… your mate.”
My words seemed to have finally gotten into his head as the fog and wind gradually reduced. Soon, it all died down and Adams stood in the center of the room, crying, as the chief maid was unconscious beside him.
I quickly ran to him, hugging him. I observed how he was trembling, and his body also felt cold. Notwithstanding, I hugged him tight, warming his cold body with my own warmth.
“I can’t control him, Lilith, he has made me a monster… I am a monster.”
“You are not a monster Adams, you are my mate, and we will sort this out together.”
He hugged me tightly and cried on my shoulders. At that moment, all I saw or heard or smelt was him.