Chapter 113 Strange Note
Chapter 113
Lyra's POV.
It was no news anymore anymore that the gods had struck some wolves dead right there in the palace. Especially those speaking ill against me. Against Mila.
I know right within me that Alpha Vexhood too would be in a very bad state by now.
The elders would want to cover it up. But that was not my business to take care of.
The news spread throughout the pack like wildfire Alpha Thomas fated mate, Pauline died in her sleep.
Died in her sleep?
Another beautiful lie. Covered up by the elders.
Healer Firkley had crossed my mind. I don't know if he would still be in stormfang pack or would have been disappointed at me for not showing up at the address he gave me.
I was about to dress up and stepped out of my room. I had put up a decent outfit. A pink blouse which fits perfectly with a sky blue-black skirt. The length of the skirt was almost reaching my knees. Clasped in my hand was a purse, usually pink in color. My blue flat slip-on shoes matched everything.
My make up too wasn't bad, mildly put together.
I stepped out of my room. I locked my room's door behind. I carried each of my foot from the floor with perfect precision. Like a young Omega on a run-way in a beauty competition. I clasped my bag in my hand.
Even other fellow pack servants observed that my dressing was a bit different. Though I didn't dress up to impress healer Firkley . My dressing just a bit above normal way I used to dress.
I had passed through the block-B of maids quarters. I had the intention of not passing through the main gate of the palace. I didn't want a situation where pack members, and servant workers would see me. I knew it would be easy for them to divulge my whereabouts, especially when Rosa would ask for my whereabouts.
Just don't feel like dealing with her today. Didn't want to navigate her sharp eyes and sharper questions. I needed space. Freedom. Even if just for an afternoon.
The hallway stretched before me, dim and quiet. My footsteps echoed softly. I could see the turn ahead, the one that would take me to the back entrance, away from prying eyes.
"Lyra! Lyra!"
The voices crashed into my thoughts like stones through glass. I slowed down my pace and then turned.
Two young Omegas were running toward me, their breath tensed. They were in their pack uniform, their usual simple grey dresses with white aprons. The heels clicked the floor like a predator was on their trail.
I knew before I spoke that I was being called up.
They reached panting hard, their hands on their knees, chests heaving.
They reached me and bent double, hands on their knees, chests heaving.
"Lyra…The queen... the queen sent for you…" one of them panted.
I hissed, frowned and almost groaned.
I stepped into Rosa's quarters. Then into her living room. I saw on sitting on one of the couch in her living room, with three young she-wolf, tending her hair.
She looked up, and then her eyes searched me gradually from head to toe. Rosa quickly sensed something was not normal about my dressing.
To where?
I quickly searched for an answer.
To the market.”
Hmmm … that nice.”
she beamed. A gesture showing that I was not saying the truth.
I could see it in her face that she didn't want to press further.
She looked at the three omega tending her hair, she gesture to them, a body language that tells that they should leave the two of us in the room.
Wait here lyra,” Rosa instructed.
I watched her, she stood up from her seat, waking into her room.
I knew since I had informed her that I was going to the market to get some personal stuff, she also has some items should she would asked me to get for her.
I stood in the middle of her large living room, my purse clutched in both hands. My posture remained straight, shoulders back, chin level. The confidence I had felt in my room still clung to me, a thin armor against Rosa's scrutiny.
My eyes wandered to the reflecting sculpture near the far wall. It was made of polished stainless steel, twisted into an abstract form that caught and distorted light in interesting ways. The surface was mirror-bright, showing a warped version of the room.
I stepped closer, studying my reflection in the curved metal. The sculpture had belonged to Queen Catherine, jax's mother. She had been a sculptor, an artist who filled the palace with her creations. Beautiful, thought-provoking pieces that transformed cold stone corridors into galleries.
Rosa had to instruct guards to stylishly remove some. Jax had put his foot down that they should not remove this masterpiece because it gives a remembrance of his mother.
I stood like a young Omega without a mate heading to a beauty pageant. It partially reflected my image. I looked at my dress, through it, the dress brought out my curve in all her perfect direction. I only pull this on to make me a bit presentable.
Who knows if healer Firkley is in a stormfang pack till. He might have left since had not seen since three days.
I was checking my dress through the metallic artistic sculpture.
When Rosa stepped back into the room.
I turned to her.
Have this!” She instructed.
I reached out my hand for the paper. A note .
This doesn't look like a list.
Open it!" Rosa instructed.