Chapter 191 GREAT ANNOUNCEMENT UNFOLDING
Chapter 190
Rosa's POV.
I had one hour before I had to face a hall full of palace workers and look like I was in control of something.
I needed to find out where Lyra was going.
And I needed to find out before she got there.
I put on my flip-flops. I had seen she was heading in the direction of the store or probably the kitchen.
Maybe she was the one on the roster in the kitchen to cook. I couldn’t fault Lyra for that. Everything she laid her hands on had always glowed like glowworms in the thickness of the night.
Her special delicacies she brought from wherever she was coming from had set tongues wagging. But about her healing expertise, I couldn’t deny the fact the pack would have seen when the gods were angry had it been she wasn’t yet working in the pack.
Her knowledge in the healing field was even greater than those who had used all their lives in the Lycan Academy studying healing, therapeutics, and healing psychology.
I knew she possessed something different and strange compared to anyone in the favored walls of this palace.
But the only issue I was having with her was stooping low. Her Holier than thou mentality. I was the boss. I employed her. She had no voice, even up till now she didn’t, but her not stooping low to my instructions except very few she chose to , had caused a lot.
I quickly cut myself short of the thought.
“You,” I called one of the servants walking past my verandah. The guards I should have called for this had gone to lock up that idiot who mishandled the issue of the keys to the entrance room.
“Go round and inform the palace security team to blow the siren, that everyone, both young and old, should gather at the palace hall for a quick meeting. It’s a must that everyone, both young and old, working within the four corners of this palace must attend.”
“Yes, Your Honor,” the tall and lanky mid-aged servant disappeared from my presence.
I stood at the front of the verandah. My shoes hit the floor as I thought about what next to do concerning Lyra.
I couldn’t send her away just like that and watch her cart away everything, important documents that held every fabric of this pack together.
An outsider keeping such important items, what would be my gain? With all the pain, struggles, humiliation, and disgrace I had experienced in the hands of Jax.
I wouldn’t watch an Omega like Lyra just cart everything away.
I knew the way Jax’s quarters was cleaned up in such a clean sweep told me that she knew a lot about the disappearance of those items.
But I couldn’t arrest her. I could only arrest that idiot with the keys. How he had allowed it to happen was a punishable offence.
The loud siren broke my thoughts. The large public address system was blaring loudly at every corner of the palace, disseminating the information I had passed across.
Then legs were moving fast—helter-skelter—as some started to move to the palace hall.
Then a thought hit me. Can’t I use this medium, when the palace corners, rooms, and hallways are almost empty, to quickly go and check Lyra’s room?
She must have left a blueprint, something to behold, a hint that would tell me where she kept all the valuable items she stole from Jax’s throne.
I waited a bit. About five minutes passed. Legs had begun to move more toward the palace hall for my address.
I knew I had less than ten minutes to walk from my verandah to Lyra’s room.
I checked my watch anxiously, hoping the five minutes would quickly pass.
I bit my flat shoes against the floor. Then it finally came.
I didn’t take the main path to the palace quarters. There were eighteen different buildings that were designed in different strategic locations based on the work of each worker within the palace.
Lyra was initially employed as a maid, but her tremendous work had given her massive promotions, making her a primary healing attendant and a cook.
Because she was the hardworking type, sometimes she would be rostered with the maids and she would take the work.
Everyone liked her, though, but I, until recently, had really detested her because of her moves lately.
I moved from the verandah, taking the alternative route where fewer faces would see me, en route to the maid quarters.
My shoes clicked against the floor quickly until a few minutes later I got into the passageway of the maid quarters.
I reduced my pace until I got to her front door. I knocked.
Then I tried the door. It opened. My hand wrapped around the doorknob. I looked left and right to see if pack members were watching. Unfortunately, three were. They moved past me, greeting me and walking fast to the palace hall.
I replied with a cheeky tone. All my attention was on the mission that brought me here.
Clang.
I pressed the doorknob quietly, like a thief walking into a shop in the hours of the night.
Thankfully, she wasn’t around. For months she had been in this palace, she didn’t have a close friend. People said she did that out of pomposity. I kind of bought into that too, a bit. So anytime she wasn’t on the roster, cleaning, cooking, or doing stuff in the pack, she was burying her head in her healing books.
But this time was different. She also went with the rest to converge at the palace hall.
I took my steps deliberately as I entered her room. My whole body was inside. I peeped outside the room to check if no one was watching for the very last time.
Then I shut the door behind me.
Lyra’s room was always as organized as a goddess’s throne. Neat, sparkling clean, with her cheap air fragrance.
I stood straight in the room, my hands beside me, studying the ceiling, the floor, her mini table for reading, her books and scrolls for healing, to see if I could find something.
I drifted forward, checking her bag, her pile of books and scrolls, her neatly arranged pile of books and clothes.
I didn’t see anything that could give her away as the one who went to Jax’s quarters behind me and carted away all the valuables.
I released a tired breath. My head hung low a bit.
Until I saw something strange.
On a small table.
My eyes widened apart, like a bullet had drifted across my face.
I drifted closer to someone walking into his own death trap. as I picked it up from the table.
A test kit. A pregnancy test kit.
With Lyra?