The Lycan Series
Bullied By The Lycan King Chapter 38

Violet's

POV

It felt like I was stuck in a dream.

I was expecting an impossible apology from the king of pride himself and I got a status elevation.

Did this mean he... He wanted me to? Did he... Could he possibly have feelings for me?

Hilda's mouth was wide open in shock. She looked at me and returned her eyes to Axel's face and then looked back at me.

Just like me, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"My- my king, the only empty room in your wing is the room opposite...?" Hilda was caught between making her statement a question or leaving it as it was.

"I know Hilda. Just get it done," he said and turned his back to us again. "Get her a maid and make sure everything gets executed today."

My lower lip immediately went into my mouth as I struggled to control the emotions within me.

"Yes, of course, My King," Hilda repeated. She looked at me and shook her head. She looked like she wanted to speak but Axel's voice broke through the room again.

"You may leave now. Both of you," he said and started walking toward the window.

Hilda blinked twice and then regained her composure. "Yes, My King."

She started walking to the door but I couldn't make my legs move from where I stood. Until she had to pull me out of there.

"I don't know how you are doing this but you are one lucky human, Violet," she said with a surprised smile on her face the moment we left Axel's room.

I didn't even know if I should smile or just act indifferent. My insides were having a battle.

Was this supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?

"I know the King only said I should assign you a maid, but I have to assign you a guard too because this news is going to put you on so many people's radars, we wouldn't want what happened to Hera to repeat itself," she said firmly as she started walking down the corridor. "No, not on my watch," she mumbled as if the situation with Hera still haunted her.

"The only radar I know is Savannah," I whispered, my throat finally replaceing my voice.

Hilda stopped and looked at me as if my whispers had stung her.

"The council of Alphas will not appreciate their Lycan King making a human princess his mistress when he has werewolf concubines."

"What's the big deal with being a mistress? I am no different from the concubines," I shrugged.

"That's where you are wrong. Being a mistress is almost like making you a queen over them. Savannah should be the least of your worries right now."

From the look in her eyes, I knew it was best I listened to her.

She continued walking and I quickly followed after her. She led me to her office and went to her table to begin drafting instructions.

"Do you have any preference amongst the other slaves? Who would you like to make your maid?" She asked, raising her head briefly from her desk.

This was easy. Sky was the sweetest to me and making her my maid was going to make her life a lot easier.

"Sky." I blurted out and Hilda raised her brows at me.

"Is that a name?" She asked with a funny face and I smiled.

"Yes, and she is the one I want. I would have said Sam too but that would actually be asking for too much."

She shook her head as she continued writing. "That will be more than too much." She mumbled.

She pulled out another paper and started scrubbing again. "Tell me, do you have anything worth carrying in your current room or your old room in the slaves' quarters?"

When I came to the mansion, I had nothing on me really. And Sky had lent me a few clothes but they were not important.

"I hope you are not thinking of the rags you have been working in?" Hilda added as her brow raised while she watched me.

Heat quickly spread through my face and I lowered my gaze. "No, no, of course not."

"Good. I will bring a dressmaker to you so forget about those." She resumed scribbling and the blush on my face only increased.

"Huh, Hilda don't you think getting dressed would be a little too fast?"

She shot her head to glare at my face and shook it. "Hera's funeral is tomorrow. Now that you are the Lycan King's mistress, you have to attend as your title says."

A lump caught in my throat as I realized this would expose the status to everyone -especially the Widow and somehow she would think I was still working for her.

As much as I didn't want that, it also occurred to me that I could keep her in check if she kept thinking I was on her side and this status should give my parents some sense. They should trust me enough now.

"It's done." Hilda straightened up from her table and the sudden movement snapped me out of my thoughts. "Let's go get this Sky slave and we can get your room fixed."

She started walking out without waiting for my response and I had no choice but to follow behind her.

Her frame bobbed as she moved, her brisk steps creating a rhythm I followed silently, my mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

When we got to the slave quarters, the hundreds of eyes on my body felt foreign. I had been away from them for so long that I was not used to their constant stare and hate anymore.

I could hear them mumbling to themselves as Hilda walked straight to Sam's office.

"Sam," she said as she pushed the door open.

Sam immediately got to his feet and bowed. "Hilda," he responded, before raising his head. He looked at me briefly before returning his focus to Hilda. "Is there a problem?"

My eyes narrowed at his question. Was my entire existence always associated with problems?

Hilda saw the expression on my face and scoffed. "Far from that, our girl has finally made a name for herself in the royal house," she said and a rare thing happened -Hilda chuckled.

I looked at her in shock, not believing that I could actually make such a carefree action.

She pulled a chair and settled into it with a smile still tugging at the corners of her lips.

"You are looking at the King's mistress and we are here to get her a maid, specifically for her needs," she said and if I thought we had been stunned when we heard the news from Axel himself, Sam looked like he would explode with emotions. His eyes were wide open and his nose even expanded as well. He started panting in excitement and then he got up and clapped his hands.

"How is this possible?" He cried out as laughter bobbed through him.

Hilda just spread her arms and shrugged. "I have no idea, my friend."

Sam moved toward me and wrapped his arms around me in joy. "I am very happy for you, Violet and I hope that you don't forget us out here," he said.

I nodded, not knowing how to respond to him.

"Okay, let's see... Who do you want?" He asked me. "You know these people. I could even recommend a few but I'd prefer you pick for yourself," he said. "A certain, Sky," Hilda replied.

Sam's face became even brighter. "That's a perfect choice!"

Quickly he walked out of the room and left a smiling Hilda and my stunned self in his office.

Hilda pulled out a phone from her pocket and started typing as fast as she could.

"Your dressmaker is on the way. I also got a hairstylist. So don't be surprised when you see two people in your room. I sent them," she said.

"Okay," I whispered and the door opened in that instance.

"Violet!" Sky exclaimed as soon as she saw me.

"Sky!" I ran toward her and we hugged each other happily after not seeing for so many days.

"Alright, you will play catch up when we get to the mansion," Hilda said as she got up from the chair. "Let's go. Thank you, Sam, until the next cycle," she said and led the way out.

Sky could not hide the excitement on her face as we made our way out of the slave quarters to the mansion. And her expression only brightened further as we got to the King's wing and Hilda opened the door to my new room. "Oh. My. God!" Sky squealed.

I couldn't even whisper a word. I was beyond shocked. Not at the beauty of the magnificence of the interior design but the similarity it had to my room back at my father's palace.

It was like a larger version of my long-lost room.

My heart swelled and tears danced in my eyes.

"Hilda," I whispered in a shaky voice. "Who designed this room on such short notice?"

She turned to me and flashed me her signature grin. "The King had all the rooms in his wing designed to his specification. If you have a problem with it, you may speak to him. After all, you are his mistress now..." She said and my heart froze.