The Rogue Alpha's Second Chance-Chapter 21: Grievances

Sylas stepped into Violet's room, placing her on the bed. There was noticeable impatience in his handling. Lydia and Lucas followed after him.

Lucas, who was exhausted from the entire day of searching, looked shocked by the Alpha's actions. He followed after the Alpha as he exited the room.

The eager eyes of Lucas made Sylas raise his hand and say, "Not now, Lucas." Irritation hinting in his voice.

The blood all over his garments made Sylas's mood worsen further, mentally urging him to take a shower to get rid of the sticky and dirty sensation.

The low pressure emanated by the Alpha made Lucas understand that he shouldn't be irritating the Alpha now. He entered the room to find Violet.

Lydia was swift in her actions, already getting started with Violet's wounds. She disinfected the wounds and bandaged her. Violet's countenance was pale and sickly.

Lucas sighed. "After all I did to raise her to be healthy and cute, she was once again battered up."

He shook his head. It was a pity.

Lydia rolled her eyes, pushing used tissues on his chest. As Lucas grimaced, she ordered, "Get out of here. I need to change her clothes."

Lucas pouted.

Once the Alpha was done showering, Lydia took the initiative to inform him of Violet's condition without him asking.

"The child almost went through miscarriage. I managed to stabilize it. As for Violet, she is both physically and mentally affected. She should wake up by tomorrow if everything goes well. Having you by her side, Alpha, would help her recover faster and soothe her," Lydia spoke out.

Sylas narrowed his eyes at Lydia. "There isn't an end to your requests, right?"

"Alpha, since you rescued her, why don't you carry it out until the end?" Lydia questioned. Then, not wanting the Alpha to punish her, she added, "Of course, if you want to that is. It is not forced upon you."

There was boredom in Sylas's eyes.

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Violet's head felt heavy when she woke up. The memories flooded her head slowly, recovering her from the dazed state. Her body ached from top to bottom, reminding her of the ordeal she passed through.

She looked around to find Sylas sitting beside her bed. In his hand was a book— the title was foreign— that he went through casually.

He rescued her.

Violet knew she should be grateful, but the grievances built up within her made her feel unwilling to face him. Pretending to be asleep, she turned her head the other direction.

"Are you upset?"

Her wish of not getting noticed was crushed by the man.

"I am not. Thank you for rescuing me." Violet's voice was soft and nasally. Much to her dismay, it didn't hide the complaints in her chest.

Sylas closed the book in his hand and sighed. He removed his one leg from on top of his other, sitting up straight.

"I never told you to foolishly run out of the house. It is you who overdramatized everything and almost fell to your death. Actually, it would have been worse than death if you were caught."

Violet tightly clenched on to the bedsheet.

Sylas was right.

Rationally, that's what she would have done.

"I am an idiot or else I would have still been in my pack," Violet mumbled.

There was a hint of amusement in the corner of his eyes, instead of annoyance.

"You dare to show off your temper to me?" asked Sylas.

Violet shifted to look in his direction. The reddish tint around her hazel eyes easily reflected the grief stored in her chest. There was a lot she wanted to say, but it wouldn't be appropriate for her to voice them out.

Her complicated sets of emotions surprised herself, understanding that they were very out of place.

"Are you going to kick me out of here then?" Violet defiantly asked, not understanding where she got the courage from.

Sylas extended his hand to pinch her cheek. The force made her let out a wince.

"Get up if you have the energy to quibble here. Lucas worked hard to prepare a meal for you," Sylas stated.

Even though the dizziness remained, the nagging hunger brewing inside her stomach was more of her concern now. She sat up on the bed with her legs folded— her mouth watering at the thought of what delicious meal will be prepared.

Then, her mood was brought down as a thought crossed her head.

"When will you be kicking me out of this place? Since I am injured now, I am sure you are displeased." There was a pout on Violet's face.

Sylas realized that once Violet loses her nervousness, she can become quite outspoken and bold.

"We do not need someone useless around here. You will be responsible for cleaning the house," Sylas stated before leaving out the door.

Staying seated there for a second, Violet blinked her eyes, processing it.

Did that mean what she thought it mean?

She was allowed to stay here?

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The confirmation made all the depression in her heart lighten, making her feel giddy inside. A wide grin appeared on her face.

However, it instantly transformed into a frown when she thought of Jason who stepped forward to help her. She prayed that he would be well.

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"Here you are, looking all pathetic," Tyler commented, looking down at Jason who was sitting down and leaning against the tree.

He held on to his bleeding chest, waiting for his energy to recover and waiting for the wound to heal. He had his eyes closed, letting the exhaustion pass.

Tyler kicked the pebble under his feet towards Jason. Jason's eyes opened, and his sharp instincts quickly allowed him to grab the pebble.

"How do you feel being the knight in shining armor? Was it worth it getting yourself so battered up?" There was a mocking intent in his voice.

"How is she?" Jason asked— his voice rough and hoarse.

"Her appearance today sent all the nearby packs to a turmoil, and there was an intense competition to see who could get their hands on her first.

However, I got to admit that she is lucky. She disappeared into thin air, probably rescued by someone powerful. I wonder who she has by her side."

There was a small smile on Jason's face. "Then, that is good to hear. As long as she is safe."

His response made Tyler feel irritated. He let out a low growl, running his hand through his hair. Tyler's dissatisfaction towards his saintly attitude was clear.

"Was it worth it doing this for her? You could have gotten yourself killed if you did not choose to run away in time. That clueless brat probably doesn't even know your name." Tyler grabbed on to Jason's collar, picking him up.

Jason frowned. "Don't address her like that. And she doesn't need to know me. It is worth it for me to lose my life for her sake."

Tyler scoffed.