Mommy Wolf: Raise A Cub, Claimed By His Beast Daddy-Chapter 106: A Concubine’s Tears (I)

Leah was busy trying to calm her mistress, who had been crying nonstop ever since the incident at the banquet.

Ruela lay sprawled across her bed, burying her face into the pillow as she sobbed repeatedly. She would pause for a few seconds, only to burst into loud wails again before dissolving back into sobs.

She was an absolute mess right now, and nothing could make her feel better after the Beast King looked at her like she was a piece of trash.

"Miss, you might faint if you keep crying like this," Leah said gently. "You’re not a little girl anymore. Crying won’t solve anything."

"And what do you expect me to do, Leah?" Ruela snapped. "I was rejected by the King in front of the entire palace. I have no face left to show. I’m as good as dead."

"Don’t say that, Miss. Perhaps the King was only displeased because you tried to seduce him at the banquet. He still has to maintain his dignity before his subjects," Leah reasoned. "Maybe he’ll forgive you if you try again when he is alone. A man’s true nature often shows when no one is watching, maybe he is waiting for you to come to his side again right now, why don’t you go and find him?"

Ruela turned her head and glared at her.

For the first time, she didn’t want to hear Leah’s voice at all.

"Are you insane?" Ruela shrieked. "He was furious at the banquet! Do you really think he’d want me now?! If I try to seduce him again, he’ll kill me!"

For a split second, Leah’s gaze turned icy, before she quickly masked it with concern.

"I-I’m sorry, Miss. I only thought that someone as beautiful as you, blessed by the Moon Goddess and the faeries, couldn’t possibly be rejected twice..."

"Nonsense!" Ruela roared. "Maybe I was never blessed in the first place! If I were, I’d be far more beautiful than that filthy thing he picked up from some shabby human village!"

Leah suppressed her smile at that comment, though her heart leapt with delight. While maintaining her worried expression, she replied, "You are more beautiful than her, Miss. I can see it clearly."

"Then there’s something wrong with your eyes!" Ruela snapped. She let out a defeated sigh and buried her face back into the pillow. "Why am I even talking to you? You’re nothing but a lowly servant girl my late father picked. Your only skill is flattery."

"I... I only want what’s best for you, Miss."

"Whatever. Just leave," Ruela said coldly. "I’m done talking to a servant who only knows how to flatter. I want to be alone."

With Ruela’s face still buried in the pillow, Leah looked down at her mistress with unconcealed contempt and resentment she had clearly been harboring since childhood.

She rolled her eyes at the insult lowly servant, but still bowed politely. "Please excuse me, Miss."

Leah turned and left the room.

The moment she closed the door behind her, a sweeping maid hurried over. "Leah, Sir Vestor is at the gate. He says he has important news for Concubine Ruela."

Leah paused briefly, then nodded. "Please tell Sir Vestor to come in. I’ll inform the concubine to prepare herself."

"Yes!"

As the sweeping maid rushed away, Leah leaned against the door, a malicious smirk spreading across her face.

She had no intention of informing Ruela about Sir Vestor’s arrival.

She wanted the wise advisor to witness her mistress at her most pathetic.

After all, even a servant girl could have her own schemes within this palace. She wanted that spoiled girl to be stomped while Leah climbed up the rank... or perhaps the bed of powerful beastmen in here.

"Soon, I’ll be free from your chains, you stupid bitch," Leah sneered under her breath. "I’ve endured your tantrums and cruelty since childhood. It’s time for me to climb upward, while you fall."

The smirk vanished instantly when she heard approaching footsteps.

Years of servitude had honed her acting skills. She hunched her shoulders, plastered worry onto her face, and paced anxiously outside her mistress’s door.

For now, she was still just a servant.

As Vestor approached, he noticed Ruela’s maid—the one she had brought from outside—looking visibly distressed.

"How is the concubine?" he asked.

"Ah, Sir Vestor," Leah whispered, glancing nervously at the door. "Miss is taking it very badly. She’s been crying nonstop... and she keeps cursing the Beast King, the Little Prince, and that woman he brought back."

Vestor frowned.

He had never known Ruela to be so venomous.

From what he remembered, she had always appeared sincere, perhaps a little vain and foolish, but not cruel.

Hearing this made him lose much of his remaining goodwill toward her.

"She should not curse our King, his son, or the caretaker," Vestor said sternly. "They are all important figures within the palace."

"I know," Leah said anxiously. "I keep telling her to stop. But... she’s always been like this. Cute on the outside, but cruel on the inside. All the servants in her family were terrified of her, including me."

"Are you telling the truth?" Vestor asked gravely. "She’s truly that kind of woman? Why can’t I see it?"

"I’m the one closest to her, Sir," Leah said. "I’ve tried to calm her down, but I believe she needs someone of higher authority to reprimand her. I’m afraid someone might overhear her curses and accuse her of offending the Beast King."

"You needn’t worry," Vestor said coldly, gesturing toward the door. "Open it."

Leah quickly pushed the door open, ensuring Ruela had no time to compose herself.

The moment Vestor stepped inside, Ruela was still face-down on the bed, screaming, "I told you I want to be alone, Leah! Are you deaf?!"

"I’m not deaf, Concubine Ruela," Vestor replied icily. "Though I might wish I were, if I had to listen to that shrill voice any longer."

Ruela turned her head, and her face paled instantly seeing Sir Vestor looking down at her with grim expression.