The Lycan Series
Bullied By The Lycan King Chapter 74

Violet's POV

Nothing I said could appease Axel.

It was as if the very sight of him reminded him of all the crimes my parents had committed. In the end, I left his presence and returned to my room. When I got in, I threw myself on the bed and cried my eyes out. My tears washed away the delusion that had blinded me. I realized that I was wrong.

I should have never carried my two legs to Axel, asking for things. Not even in this period.

"Oh, Violet..."! whimpered as I buried myself beneath the pillows. I just made matters even worse.

On one end there was my parents who thought I didn't have their best interest at heart and then on the other hand there was Axel and I have succeeded in giving him every right to doubt me.

How could I have been so stupid, going to him to ask that my parents get released when he was still in the middle of a crisis?

I let my pain get to me so much that I didn't even use my head. Now I had messed everything up and there was still no solution for my parents.

Maybe if I had taken a different approach things would have turned out differently.

What was I going to do now?

I cried so much that my head started hurting. My stomach started turning and every part of my body began to protest. Yet I knew I would be in even more pain if i didn't do something about my parents.

I had to get help. There had to be something I could do to convince Axel. Maybe I had to go through someone else. The best person would have been beta Greg, that wise man always knew the right things to say to Axel and he listened to him. But beta Greg was not around.

The next person I could trust was Hilda. She would help me.

So, I let a few days pass and when the tension in the mansion reduced, I walked down to the clinic and went to see her.

The corridors were still bubbling with people who came in for minor treatments and this helped me blend in between the mass of bodies. No one paid me any attention.

I got to Hilda's ward and knocked gently on the door before pulling it open.

"Hey," I greeted with a small smile on my face.

The bandages around her body had been removed and she was starting to look like her usual self once again. She was sitting up with a magazine in her hands and when she moved her eyes to me, she dropped the book and smiled.

"Violet, what a pleasant surprise," she said softly.

1 returned her smile as I walked to her side and pulled out the visitor's chair.

"Yeah, how are you feeling?" I asked as I made myself comfortable on the chair.

She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side as she looked at me. "I can say that I am better than you. What's going on?" she asked and before I could reply she added. "And don't even think of lying. You look horrible. What happened?" I wanted to start the conversation by beating around the bush and getting her to become comfortable but there was no time. So, I just went straight to the main issue.

"I wanted to ask you something, relating to Fergus and the attack," I started.

Her brows furrowed but she didn't comment. She patiently waited for me to get everything I had off my chest. "I know my parents are involved with Willow, but do you think they were with Fergus and the attacks too?" Silence filled my ears as I finished the question and I waited for her to respond.

After what felt like forever, she let out a sigh and shifted closer to the edge of the bed. "May I ask for the full story?" she whispered, and I nodded but I wasn't going to tell her exactly everything that happened but just enough to get her to tell me what I needed. "Axel thinks that my parents are the source of this whole issue with Fergus. He forgets that Fergus's main target had been humans, so they couldn't have been involved-" My emotions crawled into my throat, and I had to pause to stop myself from crying in front of her.

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"My parents, on the other hand just want their freedom... I tried to speak to Axel. I tried explaining this to him, but he refused to tisten to anything I said. He is convinced beyond doubt that my parents were the main catalysts...

I felt her hand on my knee, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I know that my parents are evil, and they deserve every punishment they are getting but I am their daughter... How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing that they are not comfortable where they are? Am I supposed to just ignore their pain..." The tears I had been trying to stop broke through my eyes and descended on my cheeks.

Hilda let out another sigh. Her hand on my knee tightened. "Now I understand why you look like shit," she whispered. "This matter is a very difficult one and I really can't understand why you came to me. Your best bet is Greg, not me...

wiped my tears and nodded at her words, "I know. But he isn't here. You are the only one aside from Greg that can talk to him..." Her hands left my knee and she frowned. "Wait let me get this straight... what exactly do you want me to do?"

My heart caught in my chest, but I refused to give up. "I want my parents to be freed.." I squeaked. It was a crazy thing to even think of, but it was the truth.

Hilda's brows raised and she took a step back. "Are you seriously asking me to tell the king, to release your parents from jail?" she spelled out with her eyes glued sternly on me.

"If that will be impossible, he can at least give them a better cell. Maybe keep them under house arrest or something. They don't have to be in that disgusting cell while 1 sleep in fancy rooms... please Hilda... I know you probably think I am crazy but put yourself in my shoes, what would you have done if it was your mother or father?" Her stern glare deepened but her shoulders relaxed.

"First, I do not think you are crazy Violet. I know that you are," she hissed as she returned to her bed. "Secondly, I can't be in your shoes, because my mother was a doctor. She would die first before she harmed anyone, enemy or friend. So, do not ask me to place myself in your shoes because we don't wear the same design..." My hopes scattered to the floor. I was already starting to imagine my doom when she spoke again.

"I can't help you, Violet. Deep down, even you know that your parents don't care about the rest of the humans but themselves. You know about their involvement with Willow, and you shouldn't be searching for a soothsayer to tell you that they were also involved with Fergus..." Hilda hissed.

The heaviness I felt grew stronger and all I wanted to do was cry. My parents were going to hate me for the rest of their lives and my people would remember me as the girl who couldn't even save her own family.

"But there is someone who may help you..." she said.

I shifted to the edge of the seat and my tears froze.

"Go to Aunt Emily. Talk to her. If you can convince her, she can speak to Axel." Emily wasn't the best bet for me, but I had no choice at this point. I got to my feet and joined my hands together. "Thank you so much, Hilda. I will go to her now" She waved me off and I turned to leave but as I got to the door, she called my name and I stopped.

"Make sure you see

a doctor or something, you really look like you are sick or

something," she said.

I morphed my face into a small smile and nodded once again like I took note of what she said, but the moment I stepped out of that ward, the only thing in my head was how I could convince Emily.

Moving through the corridors at a pace that could nearly be referred to as running, I got to her chambers in no time. I knocked at the door once and it cracked open.

"Hey princess," Her mate sang. His eyes roamed over my body and usually, I would have felt disgust but in that moment, I couldn't care even if he was taking my pictures.

"I am here for. Emily. Is she inside?" I asked him, straining to neck to look into the

room.

A frown formed on his face. "No, she isn't here... check her office," he said. "Thank you," I whispered and made to turn but his strong arms stopped me. "Are you all right? You don't look so good..."