His Witchy Mate

Alicia’s POV.

I watched with a mix of curiosity and concern as the bustling activity in the palace unfolded before me. The sudden commotion piqued my interest, and I couldn’t help but wonder what could be causing such a stir.

Hurrying to wash the clothes belonging to the Lycan, I returned to find the palace in a state of chaos. Though I hoped it was nothing serious, the tension in the air was palpable, and I knew there was trouble afoot.

Stopping a passing maid in her tracks, I plastered on a fake smile as I inquired about the situation. The maid’s words sent a shiver down my spine – the Lycan had been poisoned. Shock washed over me as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“How did it happen?” My voice trembled with concern as I pressed for more information. But the maid had little to offer in the way of answers, leaving me feeling helpless and lost.

As the maid hurried away, leaving me to grapple with the news, a sense of unease settled over me. I knew that those responsible for preparing the Lycan’s food would likely come under scrutiny, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that washed over me.

Despite her innocence, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at my conscience. The thought of being implicated in such a grave matter weighed heavily on my mind, even as I tried to rationalize my innocence.

With a heavy heart, I resolved to check on the Lycan’s condition, my worry for him conflicting with my lingering resentment. I couldn’t deny the tumultuous history between us, but I couldn’t shake the underlying concern I felt for his well-being.

As I made her way towards his hallway, I grappled with conflicting emotions. Despite the pain and betrayal I had endured at his hands, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of compassion for the man who now lay in danger.

Deep down, I knew that despite everything, I couldn’t wish harm upon him. But as I approached his room, uncertainty clouded my thoughts, leaving me torn between my past grievances and my present concern.

I lay on my bed, my mind swirling with thoughts about the Lycan’s condition. The doctor’s reassurance that he would recover brought a sense of relief, but I couldn’t shake the underlying tension that lingered within me. Despite his actions against my coven, I couldn’t fathom the idea of him succumbing to poison. There was a part of me that craved justice, a desire for him to face the consequences of his deeds.

As I contemplated the repercussions of his illness, the prospect of my increased workload loomed over me. Being his personal maid meant that my duties would multiply in his absence. A sigh escaped my lips as I resigned myself to the inevitable chaos that awaited me.

Before I could drift into much-needed rest, the abrupt sound of my door being forcefully pushed open jolted me from my thoughts. My heart raced as two guards barged into my room, their intrusion sending a wave of unease through me. I scrambled to my feet, my instincts on high alert as I confronted their unexpected presence.

“What’s going on? Who sent you here?” I demanded, my voice trembling slightly with apprehension. The head maid soon followed, her authoritative presence adding to the tension in the room.

I greeted her with a respectful bow, but the underlying fear of their visit lingered in my mind. Her question only fueled my curiosity, prompting me to deny any wrongdoing with a forced chuckle.

“Why would I be scared? I have nothing to hide,” I replied, though my smirk betrayed a hint of skepticism. Despite my attempts to appear composed, the uncertainty of their intentions gnawed at me. It was clear that something was amiss, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being scrutinized for more than just my duties as a maid.

As the head maid ordered the guards to search my room, I couldn’t help but feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. Their suspicion fell upon me naturally, given that I had prepared the Lycan’s food. Though I understood their rationale, it didn’t lessen the sting of being considered a suspect in such a grave matter.

“You don’t have to scatter all the things in my room to find what you’re looking for,” I protested, though my words fell on deaf ears. The head maid’s smirk only deepened my sense of unease, signaling that something was amiss.

“Ma’am! We found it.” One of the maids announced while I squinted my eyes in confusion. I didn’t understand what they were talking about, it was so confusing at the same time, and really annoying.

“Tie her!” She instructed them.

Before I could comprehend the situation any further, they had already declared triumphantly that they had discovered something incriminating. Confusion clouded my mind as they swiftly moved to restrain me, their actions leaving me feeling helpless and bewildered.

“What are you doing? What do you think you’re trying to do?” I demanded, struggling against their hold to no avail. Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced toward the other maids gathered at the door, their murmurs only adding to my sense of isolation and despair.

Their accusations pierced through me like daggers, accusing me of a crime I had not committed. Elera’s name echoed in the whispers around me, solidifying my suspicion that this was her doing. How could she orchestrate such a deceitful plot against me?

“Please, someone must have framed me,” I pleaded, desperation lacing my words as I tried to reason with them. Yet, my pleas fell on deaf ears as they remained steadfast in their judgment.

“Take her to the dungeon,” the head maid commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. With a heavy heart, I was led away, betrayed by those I had served faithfully. The realization of their treachery left a bitter taste in my mouth as I descended into darkness, unsure of what awaited me in the depths of the dungeon.