The Lycan Series
Bullied By The Lycan King Chapter 22

Axel's

POV

The heavy sounds of our boots echoed in the hallway as we made our way to the clinic where Hera's body was kept.

All through the ride home, I couldn't bring myself to think of what could have happened.

Was it an attack? Was she sick?

Then again, how could she be sick? I f****d her a few days ago!

The questions were slowly thinning my patience out and I couldn't wait to find out what the f**k had happened in my absence.

The door to the clinic came into view and I saw Hilda and a guard positioned there, waiting for me.

My eyes narrowed at her as my anger surged to the surface. Her job was to protect everyone and keep the pack mansion in order in my absence, yet this happened.

I planned on chewing her ears out but the closer I got, I saw the pain and remorse in her eyes. She had dark circles under her eyes, a sign that she hadn't gotten much sleep.

My wolf relaxed. She was already having a hard time, there was no point howling at her again.

As I got closer, she bowed her head and waited for me to speak first.

"Where is the body?" I asked and she quickly pushed the door open and let me through.

"I had it brought down here as soon as I found it," she explained as we moved to the table where Hera's body was left exposed.

Her eyes were still opened and the pain captured in them was still present even as her life no longer belonged to her.

I moved closer and studied her face. Her lips had turned dark, a sigh that she had been killed by silver.

"Who did this?" I asked the question that had been eating my brain ever since Axel broke the news to me. "What exactly happened?"

When no one answered, I turned to Hilda with a cold glare. "You know I hate repeating myself and seeing the situation before our hands you are not in a position to make me angry because it won't end well for you!" She was visibly shaking as she lowered her head and tried to clear her throat.

"What the hell happened to Hera?" I asked again, my voice louder than the first time.

Hilda fell to her knees with her head still lowered. "I don't know my king. Violet found her and the rest of us were notified by Savannah's screams."

My eyes darkened as the words and particular names she mentioned echoed in my head.

"Violet?" I hissed.

"Yes, My King."

"What the fuck is Violet doing in the mansion?!" I roared, my wolf overruling my senses.

I had given strict instructions to Sam and Violet herself to stay far away from my mansion yet they all decided to break it!

"I am sorry my King but we needed a slave in the concubine section and she fit the role..." Hilda mumbled.

It all finally made sense to me. This was no longer a misery.

Violet killed Hera. Her stupid parents must have pushed her to do it!

I turned away from her and started heading out, my wolf blinded with rage as my insides turned against one another.

"I want her and Sam in the throne room now!" I roared as I walked away from them. "Every fucking creature involved should present themselves at once!"

Ahead of them, I walked to the throne room and as I burst through, I found Greg and the widow already there.

She bowed her head and I ignored her. I had more pressing matters than paying attention to her silly royal antics.

Greg immediately moved to my side.

"My King," Greg said, coming to sit on my right. "Have you seen the body?"

"Yes, I have and I need answers or they are all going to fucking die!" I hissed.

My eyes were red as I glared at the door waiting for all of them to present themselves.

"Who was the last person with her?" Greg asked and my reddened eyes turned to him.

"If you are fucking questioning me, then I am starting to think I am the beta here and you are the f*****g king!" I hissed, irritated at him.

He should be out there with the rest of them finding out who had killed my f*****g concubine and not sit here and question me like he was the king!

Greg lowered his head and got off the chair. "I am sorry my King, but you had asked me to stay with the Widow till you returned... I will go on to get you feedback now..."

His tone made my anger reduce to an extent that my brain could feel a little bit of remorse for raising my voice at him but the door to the throne room flew open and the moment my eyes found her golden locks, my anger returned ten times stronger. "You may stay..." I growled at Greg but my eyes remained fixed on Violet as she walked into the room behind Hilda.

Sam also followed and Thalia and Savannah scurried behind them.

The slaves stayed in one corner with their heads lowered while Thalia and Savannah were on the other side.

Hilda stayed at the center of the two groups but just like them, her head was also lowered.

Savannah's eyes met mine and she started stepping forward.

"Where do you think you are fucking going?" I hissed, stopping her in her tracks.

"My King, I didn't-"

"I want to hear the entire tale from that position!" I roared, my voice bouncing harshly against the walls.

Even the widow seemed shaken up where she stood, watching the scene unfold. I could have asked Greg to take her to a room with someone on the lower floors but I wanted her to see this. I wanted her to feel my anger and renounce any funny thoughts she might have developed during her time in my uncle's land.

"My king, these are all the people you requested to see," Hilda spoke up, breaking me from my thoughts of the widow.

I returned my reddened eyes to them and looked at her closely.

"Why did Violet move to the mansion again?" I asked, focusing my attention on Sam, this time.

"My King, I already explained that-"

"I did not request your f*****g opinion, Hilda!" I roared, causing her lips to slam shut at once.

Sam started moving his trembling body forward but before he could pass Violet, she held him back.

She raised her head and her eyes met mine with deviance.

"There was some mumbling among the other slaves and I didn't want Sam to be troubled. So I demanded to be allowed to work here."

She spoke with so much confidence my wolf derailed in anger. I shot out of the throne and closed the distance between us in seconds.

"You come to my kingdom, making demands... Who the fuck do you think you are?" I hissed, my nose flaring at her.

Rather than cower in fear, she stood her ground and looked up at me.

"Who I am doesn't matter. We should be talking about how Hera got killed!" She fired and I felt the hair at the back of my hair rise in anger.

Without thinking, I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed on her air pipes.

"Did your parents ask you to f*****g kill her?! Speak!" I roared, my wolf pushing to the surface.

"My King!" Greg yelled running to my side. He placed his arm on mine and tried to calm me. "Please let her go..." He pleaded in a voice so low, only the wolves in the room could hear it.

Her face turned pale and her eyes were threatening to fall off their sockets as tears escaped the corners.

As if a demon had possessed me and then left, I dropped her and took a step away from her, suddenly feeling terrible for hurting her and then hating myself for feeling that way.

Violet was an emotional trigger. I didn't know how to feel around her and it was starting to mess with my head.

"Someone had better tell me what the fuck happened to Hera before I lose my damn mind!" I hissed, turning to return to the throne behind me.

Silence filled the space behind me and only the sound of my echoing steps filled the throne room as I moved back to the seat.

My display of anger had caused a thick tension of fear to descend over everyone in the room. Even Violet who was confident a minute ago, had lost the deviance as she held her bruised neck.

My heart became restless as I watched her hold her neck. I must have hurt her more than I intended.

I wanted to ask Hilda to take her to the clinic but it would have come out as strange, considering what was happening, so I held back and waited for one of them to confess, so we could end this fucking torture I had to endure watching Violet. Just when I thought the silence would go on forever, Savannah's voice broke through.

"I know who killed, Hera!"