The Rogue Alpha's Second Chance-Chapter 42: Depressed

Violet sat back in her own seat, contemplated for a while and said, "Alpha, I still can’t stand their audacity or the fact that the pack might take advantage of all the other mines. Why don’t we blast them all off, but this time, we take you along?"

The spark in Violet’s hazel eyes returned as she believed it was a solid plan.

Lucas raised his thumb at her.

"And when the pack return to you then?" Sylas arched his brows.

Violet was stumped for an answer. "Well, then, we can blast it off again."

"Lucas showed you one explosion, and now you’re obsessed with exploding everything, right?" Sylas sternly asked.

Violet sheepishly giggled.

Shaking his head at Violet, Sylas informed, "You don’t need to do anything. I will tip the council on how you’re still alive and Mathew might be the culprit behind your run."

"Then, I can get my pack back?" Violet sounded expectant.

Sylas laughed. "You’re dreaming too much. You have to fight your way back to your pack. Those old men in the council wouldn’t let go of little benefits. They will try to seize control of the mines as well and not let Mathew or James do anything. The case will then fall in a stalemate. This is a temporary situation though."

Violet clapped her hand in amazement.

Sylas was indeed the wise one.

"How are you going to prove Mathew is the culprit?" Violet asked.

"Since you were drugged in a bar, there will be CCTV footage. Although it is not anything conclusive, wouldn’t that be enough to hold him suspicious?" Sylas pointed out.

Listening to this made Violet’s heart melt. "Alpha, you’re really good to me. Sorry for ever doubting you. I will always be loyal and sincere to you."

"We’ll see about that. Now, eat before I hand you your punishment."

"Eh?"

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The heartburn prevented Violet from sleeping properly. When she ingested her medicine, she let the window open for some fresh air flow. The howls and the pounding of the paws against the ground reached her.

Violet furrowed her brows.

"Who is outside?" she mumbled.

Watching the figure flash by, the blond and brown mix of fur made her realize the wolf was Lucas. A loud howl of agony left his emotions as though letting out his deepest pain.

Violet wondered what was going on.

After washing up to remove last remnants of the sleep, she went over to the living room and waited for a while, giving Lucas time to cope. When the man wasn’t in after half an hour, Violet opened the door and stepped outside.

She found him sitting on the stairs, holding a bottle of strong alcohol. He downed it down. The aura surrounding him was gloomy and depressive as he had his head lowered.

Violet stood there hesitantly, thinking whether or not would it be too rude for her to interrupt.

Then, the streak of tear that trailed down his cheek, glistening, made her take a step forward and enunciate, "Lucas."

Receiving no response, she decided to sit beside him and hug her knees, watching him. The chill breeze passing by caused her to shudder.

Lucas seemed to have noticed her presence. He raised his head to look at her. The corner of his eyes were reddened, holding intense grief. Raising the bottle high, he took another big gulp, hoping the intoxication would make him get over the heartache.

"What’s the matter?" Violet softly asked. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"It hurts, it hurts so much, Princess. I don’t know what to do. I wish I could get over it, but I feel so guilty. I deserve to be subjected to this pain. This is all my fault. I need to suffer more!" Lucas raised his voice at the end.

He then lost control over his temper and smashed the glass bottle against the stairs, crashing it into multiple pieces and tightly held on to the broken shards.

Violet’s eyes widened, and she immediately reached out to grab his bleeding hand.

"Open your hand," she said in an attempt to pet his fist open and throw away the sharp shard.

Then, Lucas raised his other hand and placed it on her cheek, brushing back her hair from the face.

A gentle smile adorned his face as he expressed, "I am glad you’re here, Princess. I hope you’re happy and safe. Please be happy and safe."

Although Lucas’s eyes were on her, she realized through the regret and agony, he was searching for signs for someone else.

"Lucas," Violet mumbled, "I will be safe and happy. Come on, let’s get you inside."

"My precious princess, I will protect you and the baby until the end, hmm? I will let nothing happen to you both. That’s why, rest assured. I will take care of everything. Don’t be sick, don’t be sad, don’t die, alright? You have to be alive and well," Lucas carried on.

He continued to mumble on about how he wanted her to be alright before he grew exhausted and rested his head on her shoulder. Violet’s gaze fell on Lucas’s face, falling into contemplation.

No matter how oblivious she tend to be, Violet understood Lucas was too kind to her for a stranger. For someone who previously came from a very bloodthirsty pack, it would be unlike him if he treated a stranger warmly.

Now, she gained a perspective behind his reasons.

He was looking at someone else through her. He was making up for his regrets.

There was a mixture of complicated feelings passing through her. Lucas’s sincerity wasn’t totally dedicated to her, and even someone as bright as Lucas was suffering through great pain.

A sigh left her mouth.

"It isn’t easy for any of us, is it?"

"Lucas... Violet."

Hearing the names being called, Violet turned her head to find Lydia standing there.

There was hesitancy in her eyes before she masked it under a layer of coldness and stated, "So you’re taking care of him."

Violet could notice there was something subtly wrong with her emotions. "Uhm, I couldn’t sleep and heard noise outside. Then, I saw that Lucas was depressed."

Lydia nodded.

"This time of the year is difficult for him. He... lost someone he held dear to him. Take care of him, and get inside. Don’t get sick," Lydia advised before being about to leave.

"Wait, Lydia, did you come here to take care of him?" Violet called before proceeding to ask her.

"Nothing like that. I simply couldn’t sleep, so came out for a stroll," Lydia nonchantly responded.

But Violet could sense it was more than that.

"Then, Lydia, you can take care of Lucas. I am sure he would prefer someone he trusts well to take care of him, especially when he is this vulnerable," Violet expressed.

Lydia scrunched up her nose. "Are you throwing the responsibility of this drunkard at me?"

Hearing that made Violet feel wronged.

She only thought Lydia wanted to be there with him, support him in his vulnerable moments.

"You know, Lydia, that I am a delicate pregnant woman. My shoulder is starting to hurt already, and it’s too cold outside," Violet expressed, pretending to cough.

Lydia furrowed her brows, staring at Violet suspiciously.

She then stepped forward, and when Violet thought Lydia was about to comfort Lucas, the woman extended her feet, kicking him on his back.

A gasp left Violet’s mouth as Lucas sideways, landing on the handrail.

"Just kick him off if you think he is a bother. I don’t get why he has to be a nuisance to everyone," Lydia said.

Violet felt pity for Lucas.

"I will let the experienced take care of the matter then. I am leaving," Violet stated, rushing off from there.

As she was about to enter the room, Violet thought about something and went back. There was a flash of surprise in her eyes when she noticed how Lydia treated Lucas gently, lifting his head from the handrail and placing it on her lap.

Her hand went through his hair, softly responding to Lucas as the man mumbled on.

There was indeed something between them.

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