Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Stella's POV

The bitch suddenly thought she could own the place. I could hardly believe it when I sat down and recounted her recent behavior to myself. It was absolutely outrageous. How could she keep on acting so annoying? And how could the alpha tolerate it? We were his ladies—more like concubines, but we wouldn't call ourselves that in the modern day. We would rather refer to ourselves as his mistresses. Camilla and I were his most favored people, and he would always choose us no matter what. He would go with us to parties most of the time, and he was delighted in our bodies and how we acted.

Usually, all of a sudden though, he didn't seem to be interested in us. He seemed to be acting as if he had suddenly been hypnotized by her or something, and it made me very annoyed and angry by how he was treating us now. She's going to pay. What does she think she has? Does she think she can control him? Does she think he's on her side?

I thought to myself, remembering the way she had ordered me around just a couple of days ago. She couldn't talk to me in Sushimana. She had been timid ever since she got here, and she had only acted up once or twice when pushed to a wall. In fact, it had been so frequent how we bullied her that I couldn't already know where to draw the line. I made sure not to push her that far away before she reacted, so that I could keep on humiliating her without any form of restraint from her or anyone else.

However, now things seemed to be changing. She seemed to be evolving all of a sudden. There were so many inconsistencies with her behavior then and her behavior now that I really couldn't—I didn't know where to start describing it from. I needed a diagnosis and I needed a test to see what was going wrong with her and what I could do to fix her.

In order to get the alpha back to myself—hell, I was already starting to think that he would replace her with me as the Luna. The marriage hadn't been that serious after all. And it wasn't a lot of pure love or something. I was expecting that any time from now, if I could take my chance, it would mean so much to the alpha. I would become his; he would become mine without any other person around us to see what we had for each other. But it seemed to be going exactly the opposite, and I was getting very tired of what seemed to be going on.

I took in a deep breath as I closed my eyes to relax. I would make my move because I was tired of it all. I was going to ensure that she turned back into the victimized lady she had always been. I would send her back to being who she actually was and teach her that she couldn't just act however she wanted, and she couldn't change all of her status without repercussions.

I was still in my room thinking to myself and seething with rage when suddenly someone barged in. I was about to give the person a tongue-lashing, annoyed to no end at how someone could be so disrespectful, when suddenly I saw the person. My eyes widened seeing that it was Camilla. She rushed towards me and fell on my bed crying aloud, wailing in such a way that it felt very uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

First of all, I went over to the door to close it. It was incredibly embarrassing for Camilla to be acting this way, so I decided that it was best for me to ensure that I knew what was going on before she became disregarded and disparaged in their eyes. After that, I came over to meet her, holding her hands in mine and frowning. "What's wrong?" I asked. "What happened to you?"

She looked at me, her eyes red. "I was whipped," she said, voice trembling. After a couple of moments, I raised an eyebrow. "Whipped? How? Who did it?" I questioned. "The guard whipped me," she said. I raised my eyebrow even higher, completely shocked at what was going on. Something was definitely wrong with that little explanation—it wasn't possible because no one would dare such a thing. A guard whipping her was pretty much the highest abuse of power, and he could not only lose his job but also lose his life as a result.

So I really needed to make sure that I had the full story. "No, that's not right," I said. "A guard would never do that." She looked at me, her eyes flashing. "What did you say?" she asked. "A guard would never do that," I said in response, looking at her intently and waiting for more information. She continued wailing once again. I would pet her as much as I could, but I was getting very impatient when she told me. "It was others," she said.

I frowned now, already having an idea who it was and feeling very uncomfortable about the person I suspected. "Who was it?" I questioned finally, deciding that I couldn't keep on running and I needed to know what happened. "It was Nora," she said. "She was the one who did this to me." She continued to weep. Then I bit my lip. It just so happened that while I was thinking about a way of teaching her a lesson, she suddenly came up and did something outrageous.

"How could she?" I breathed, my voice trembling. "Is that even allowed?" I questioned once again, unable to hold myself back. "Apparently, he has no choice and he couldn't refuse her," she told me, sniffing a little as she looked at me. "I couldn't fight her—she was too strong, so I was violated and now I'm in so much pain."

I nodded in return. I understood everything now, but I had only one person in mind: the Queen. She was going to pay dearly for this act. We had been watching her since, and we had been letting her do what she wanted. We never really stood against her blatantly—we simply decided to let her continue following freely. But now she was taking advantage of it, and I wasn't happy. She was acting up, and I was going to make sure she suffered for it one way or another.

I looked at the lady before me and held her tightly. "Don't worry, we are going to have our revenge on her. You don't need to cry any longer. She was somebody who was crying because of what you did to her." She looked at me as if she couldn't understand how that was even possible. I laughed a little. She looked at me and questioned how. She started, but I simply smiled at her. "Relax. Just relax. I'm going to make sure that it happens the way I said it just now."

"What's your plan?" she asked between sobs, as if she still couldn't stop feeling the pain. I knew that it was indeed probably very painful, what had happened to her, and that comforting her would be my best course of action. But I couldn't help but just keep smiling. I was already thinking about dealing with her brutally.

"She thinks she can go on without our support, but we can show her that she can't," I continued. "All you have to do is to follow my lead. Do you understand? We are going to have revenge for what she did to you and for what she's doing to everyone in general."

She sniffed a little but nodded. Now she was looking at me, a question in her eyes. "How is that? We're going to have revenge?" she asked me. I wished she would really stop asking me so many questions. I wanted her to relax and simply trust me, but I knew that I needed to give her some idea of what I was planning to do. I needed to hand her some realistic steps, so I told her my course of action.

"We're going to plant rumors," I told her slowly. "I'm going to tarnish her reputation and diminish her power from there," I continued. Her eyes widened as she seemed to think about it, but then she looked at me with understanding in her eyes. "Yes, that's it," I told her. She had stopped crying entirely now, seeing the possibility in my words. "Just relax. It won't be long until she's the one in your place, crying and begging for mercy also."