The Rogue Alpha's Second Chance-Chapter 30: Compensation

"Are you scared?" Sylas asked.

Although Violet was initially shaken up, she shook her head and responded, "I am not. You did it for me."

She was appreciative.

Sylas said nothing as he unbuttoned his shirt. Before Violet could get flustered over his bare chest, he covered her face with the shirt and said, "Since you know I am doing it for you, return the favor and wash my shirt. It's dirty."

There was a slight hint of intoxicating grape wine in the shirt.

When Violet uncovered her face, Sylas was long gone.

"Alpha needs to compensate me for treating me like this all the time? What am I? Some kind of slave that will be at his beck and call? He needs to give me respect," Lucas grumbled, entering the house.

"Are you alright?" Violet asked while scanning for whether or not he had any injuries.

"A few scratches here and there, but nothing that won't heal in minutes," Lucas expressed, waving his hand.

This made Violet feel guilty. "I am sorry that you had to go through this because of me. If it makes you feel better, I will let you use me as a slave. I will do whatever you say."

Looking at Violet's expectant eyes as she was offering herself, Lucas laughed heartily and ruffled her hair. "Do you know what you are saying, Princess? What a fool!"

Lucas's eyes then fell on the shirt on her shoulder, and he furrowed his brows. "That's Alpha's shirt."

Violet nodded. "It got dirty, and he wanted me to wash it."

"Alpha wanted you to wash his shirt," Lucas slowly said before placing his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. "Looks like you're getting closer to melting that freezing cold heart of Alpha."

Hearing that made her feel embarrassed. "It's nothing like that. His shirt got dirty because of me, that's why."

Lucas shook his head.

"You must be special to Alpha. Back when we found you, it was the Alpha who ordered me to bring you here and arranged Lydia to take care of you," Lucas voiced out thoughtfully.

Violet's eyes widened, surprised. She was always under the idea that Lucas brought her here, and the Alpha was quite dissatisfied with the idea.

Listening how it was Sylas who initially had her come here made something within Violet feel lighter.

"Ah, Alpha did?" Violet slowly and carefully enunciated.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe he was feeling extra generous that day or you looked too pitiful or it could be something else. Who knows? We can never guess the Alpha's mind."

Before Violet could respond, Lydia slapped the back of Lucas's head and vocalized, "Stop talking way too much before your mouth lands you in trouble."

Lucas glared at Lydia.

"You interrupted my very important thought process!"

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Violet was surrounded by blood and corpse from all sides. Desperation travelled through her veins as she ran, trying to find a way out of the dense forest when she felt a presence behind her.

However, her unfortunate luck made her foot trip, and she fell down. When she turned back, Violet saw a dark masked individual holding an axe, aiming for her leg.

A scream left her mouth.

Violet sat up on the bed as her eyes flew open. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Bullets of cold sweat trailed down her face.

When she looked around in her drowsy state, she saw an inexplicable figure move around in the darkness, and her nerves were further frightened by the sound of something moving. Then, the window slammed shut loudly.

Violet's adrenaline rushed up as she jumped down from the bed. The anxiety made her feet collide with a furniture, and she fell down, hurting herself. However, she got up soon and turned on the lights.

Violet patted her chest when she saw that the figure was the clothes she kept on the chair and the sound was made by the can she kept on the floor yesterday. Also, she must have forgotten to lock the window last night.

Violet shook her head.

The Alpha's story really got to her.

The thirst in her throat made her grab the glass on the table, and she opened the door to get some water. The silence bothered her, forcefully letting her brain to paint out terrifying scenarios.

When Violet came out of the room, limping with her injured feet, she was once again startled by the figure standing beside the table. The figure was holding a knife, lifting it up slowly, and Violet thought back to the creature in her dream.

Her heart clenched tightly.

Color drained out of her face.

As the silhouette turned back to face her, Violet's instinct made her react by throwing the glass in his direction and turn away, about to run out the living room.

That's when, she heard a familiar voice. "What are you doing?"

The lights were then switched on.

Tears gathered in Violet's eyes.

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Violet realized the man standing there was Sylas. The knife in his hand was used to cut up an apple. His other hand held the glass she threw in his direction.

Violet felt nauseous.

Now, she was trembling for another reason.

Violet instantly went over to Sylas and started rambling on, "Are you alright, Alpha? I was scared, and my brain was not working properly. I am so sorry. Did you get hurt?"

She wished that the ground would open up wide and swallow her.

Was she actually a fool?

Sylas was slightly amused, watching the colorful range of emotions on Violet's face. As her countenance was paled, Violet had her eyes closed, as though waiting for her trial to be over. She cursed herself internally.

"You have got the guts of a mouse," commented Sylas.

Violet opened her eyes and fixed her expression, realizing that the Alpha wasn't mad at her.

Feeling relieved at that, Violet subtly complained, "Alpha, usually, it was the story you told me yesterday that stimulated by nerves, and that's why, I had a nightmare."

Sylas narrowed his eyes at her.

"Are you blaming me?"

Violet gulped and shook her head instantly. "Of course not. It is me who wanted to listen. This is my fault."

Sylas then handed her a slice of apple. Confusion masked her hazel eyes.

"A reward."

Violet tilted her head slightly.

A reward? For what?

Sylas provided her with no explanation as the man was about to head upstairs. Realizing he was about to leave, Violet grabbed tightly onto the corner of his shirt.

The eerie silence around still gave Violet the creeps and intensified her imagination. She did not dare to stay on her own.

When Sylas looked back at her, she realized the weight of her action and immediately let go of him. Her eyes stared down at her feet.

Sylas's steely blue eyes went towards her injured ankle.

"You hurt yourself," he commented.

"I bumped against something in the dark," she answered.

"How careless. Are you scared?" Sylas said.

The watery hazel eyes looked at Sylas. She then slowly nodded.

"What a trouble. Come on. Follow me."

Violet could not stop the corner of her lips from curling up. She thought that the Alpha would ignore her. Warmth spread through her chest.

When Violet walked into the Alpha's room, the mellow yet intoxicating scent of grape wine wrapped around her, making her feel oddly comfortable.

"Sit down there, and don't make any noise," Sylas said, pointing at the couch.

Violet nodded obediently.

The man then placed the plate of apple slices on the table and said, "Eat these to keep yourself occupied."

Violet's questioning eyes stared at Sylas in surprise, knowing that the Alpha had cut them for himself.

"Consider it a compensation."

Her hazel eyes sparkled. Her hands reached out to pick up an apple while her gaze followed after Sylas, watching him sit down at the desk and busy himself.

She wondered what he was working on as she took a bite out of the apple.

It was sweet and juicy.

Violet's head rested on the couch while she watched Sylas. There was a strange sensation of peace settling in her chest as if this is how things are meant to be.