“Nolan, it’s a good thing you’re here,” Emily said, turning her back to Violet. Tightening her grip on the book, Violet stood and touched her lip where Emily had hit her. She winced with the flair of pain. Her fingertips came back bloody. Emily had done more than clip her. The werewolf had busted her lip, at the very least. Violet’s jaw on that side was starting to throb with pain. Fear started to slice through Violet. This was just going to be the start. If her luck stayed the same, her death wasn’t going to be a quick one.
“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” Nolan said as Violet got to her feet. “This is it, Emily. You’re out. The alpha will have your head for this.”
“Will he?” Emily shot back. “I don’t know how this pathetic maid turned you against me, but you’r
Violet hesitated for a moment. Part of her was sure this was a trap, but trap or not, this was her chance to get answers. Swallowing, she followed the alpha out of the cell past Mrs. Chaplin and Nolan. Her shoulders hunched up as they fell behind her and the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She took a slow deep breath then let it out, as they ascended the stairs. He led her to the second floor and back to his office that she’d just been in.“Close the door, Helena,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of his desk then waved a hand for Violet to sit in one of the chairs near the front of his desk.Violet didn’t sit down. She stood, crossing her arms. A small smile appeared on the corner of the alpha’s mouth and he nodded. When the door was closed the smile dropped. “So, I suppose you have a l
Violet woke suddenly, sitting up. She was still fully dressed and there was a headache threatening to turn her brain into mush. She wasn’t sure what woke her until she heard the knocking on the door. Getting up from the bed, she walked over to the door. Mrs. Chaplin had a tray in her hands and said, “Breakfast” as soon as Violet opened it. “Okay,” Violet said, not sure what else to say, and stepped aside to let the governess into the room. She felt awkward as she watched the older werewolf set the tray on a small table next to the wall ahead of Violet. Now the truth was out, she didn’t know what to expect from anyone anymore. Closing the door, Violet sat in one of the two chairs. “So, uh, what happens now?” Mrs. Chaplin sat down across from Violet and blew out a breath. “That, I suppose, is up to you and yo
Once the alpha had left, Violet paced the room, trying to assimilate everything the alpha had told her. Jeremy wasn’t really Jeremy but this Richard Morgan? She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. More than ever, Violet wished her mother was there. If only her mom had told her about all of this before, but now Violet could only guess who was telling her the truth and who was lying to her.She paced the room as her thoughts tumbled and built up in her head until she felt like it was going to explode. Needing to get out of that room, Violet left and started to go down the stairs when she stopped halfway. What if she saw Mia or someone else she knew? Would they all know who she was human? Furthermore, would they know the alpha claimed to be her father? Oddly, having the truth known made her feel more like an intruder than she felt when she was lying to everyone.
Talking to Mia had lifted a weight off of Violet’s shoulders. Her situation still wasn’t great, but at least, her friend was still her friend. Though, she had no idea what she was going to do next. As the sun started to sink past the trees she could see from her window, Violet started to think about dinner. She wasn’t exactly sure how it worked when she was the one sitting at the table instead of setting it. She didn’t have to wonder long when the alpha knocked on her door. “Hello, Violet, I was wondering if you’d join me for dinner out in the garden.”“In the garden?” Violet said, a little surprised.“Yes, I thought you would prefer something more private than joining all the others just yet.”Again, Violet found herself surprised. &ldq
The alpha cleared his throat and Violet looked up from her mom’s bracelet now on her wrist to him. “As I’ve said before I know this is difficult for you. I hope the bracelet gives you some comfort, but I was also thinking I could have someone go to your home and get some of your things for you. I’m sure having your clothes would make you feel all the more you if I am making myself clear.”Wrinkling her nose, Violet told him, “I don’t want anyone going through my stuff.”“Well..” the alpha said, looking a little surprised.“I want to go and get my things.”“Oh...Violet, I don’t think-”“No, it needs to be me,” she told him, re
Violet’s room was just like she left it. Unexpected anger surged through her. Everything was normal. Everything shouldn’t be normal. Part of her wanted to destroy the room. Rip the pictures off the walls, tear the blankets on her bed to shreds, break the chairs, and smash the mirror.“Don’t be stupid,” she told herself and walked over to her dresser. Violet opened it and began taking things out of it, or she did until the pictures on top of the dresser caught her attention. They were a couple of her parents, but most of them were of her with her friends. Or what those she thought were friends. Did they even notice she had gone silent all this time? Did they wonder where she was? After all, Lilianne did say she wanted Violet to join them in Europe after her birthday.Unable to resist, Violet took out the phone Jeremy had given her.
The flight back was just as uneventful as the one there. Back in the alpha’s territory, Nolan helped Violet carry the suitcases to her room, and then they went to meet with the alpha. “Everything went well?” he asked when he saw them.“Yeah, but the weirdness ensues,” Violet told him.“Excuse me?”“Someone cleaned her house,” Nolan replied. “Any signs of a home invasion and a murder have been whipped clean.”“Ah, weirdness,” the alpha said.“Nolan says Jer- I mean Morgan doesn’t do this kind of thing. Why would he do it now? And why go into my mom’s e-mails and stuff. Why would he want no one to think my parents are missing?&
It was nearing dinner time when Violet finished putting away her clothes and things. With some mental prepping she headed downstairs to join the alpha and his people at the table. When she came into the room, the alpha went over to a chair on his right and pulled it out for her. “Here you are, Violet,” he said. Everyone turned to watch them. It was beyond embarrassing. She would’ve rather had Emily there trying to humiliate her before this.Trying to ignore the way people glanced at her, she took the seat he offered her. “Thank you.” A few of the people sitting there offered her a tight smile when she caught their eye.Shortly after the meal began, an older woman turned to the alpha, resting her chin on her laced fingers. “So is it true? This is Gwen’s daughter?”