TO TAME THE BRUTAL LYCAN BEAST-Chapter 48: ALICE DECLARES WAR

VALORIA WILDEROSE

I change into casual wear, throwing on a shirt and some jeans before Yue guides the way toward the general library open to everyone in the building.

I’ve never stepped in, having no hobbies tied to reading, so she guides the way to the chief librarian’s office that sits right in the middle of the massive hall of shelves and books.

I’m standing in front of a middle-aged man, balding at the center of his head, looking up through his thick-rimmed glasses.

A scowl and a gaze filled with instant judgment find me the second I’m standing in front of him.

I swallow. "I. Want. Access. To. The. Royal. Library."

I try my best to articulate my words, though my voice comes out dull and clumsier than I expect it to be—with less of a command.

The officer in charge remains unimpressed by my words or demand. Instead, he looks me from head to toe with even more disapproval.

"And you are?" he raises a brow.

"Lady Valoria Wilderose—the most favored, contrary to the latest rumors. You heard about the kiss with the king yesterday, didn’t you? She’s the only woman who’s ever gotten one from him," Yue interrupts, introducing me like I’m actually something special—with a little lie tossed in to spice things up.

Though I’m appreciative of her introduction, I cringe at Yue’s words, forcing a tight-lipped smile to hide the fact that that title fills me with nothing but disgust—aside from the fact that it’s farthest from the truth and heavily based on the rumor of me falling out of favor that hasn’t spread too far yet.

But at this point, I’d take any help I can get to get in.

If it means using his name as I please and groveling to find that dagger—now is my last hope.

"Not approved," he responds before we even have the chance to prove anything.

I lean closer with desperation, about to say anything that sells it—but mocking, high-pitched laughter interrupts my train of thought.

My attention is pulled to the shelf that sits behind us.

Very slowly and dramatically, Alice steps out with her maid—her high heels clicking against the tiled floors as obnoxiously as the sound of her laughter, forcing me to pause.

I bite my lips, suddenly remembering the sight from last night again—against my will. Something about it sears the very liquid in my blood.

Maybe it’s the fact that she’s an annoying, attention-seeking bitch, or that she purposefully went out of her way to embarrass me and start rumors when I’ve done nothing to her.

"Sorry to burst your precious little bubble, but word on the street is that you’re nowhere close to being favored these days. In fact, it’s possible that you never even were." She giggles, books in hand, sashaying her hips in front of everyone until she’s standing just behind the startled older man before us.

Her hands fall on his shoulder, caressing and stroking his arm as a look of satisfaction and desire melts his previously stiff persona.

He acts like an idiot, following the stroke of her hands with hints of desperation, even once she’s left him with disappointment.

I fight the urge to gag.

"Did you enjoy it... that little kiss on the altar?" she continues, teasing me while sitting on his desk with her short skirt purposefully riding up her thigh. "Did it make you feel important for all five seconds it lasted? Only to be hit with the truth of your situation—that you’re new, and how could you ever know how quickly His Majesty loses interest in his pets?"

There’s venom hidden beneath the playfulness in her voice, meant to provoke me.

I take a breath instead, deciding it isn’t important. None of last night was. Nothing pertaining to Azrael is.

"Alice... I d-don’t ha-have an i-issue with you—"

"But I do." She cuts me off sharply. "I heard what you did to Ivana," she comments in a low, hushed tone, heavy with malice.

My entire body stiffens, remembering her again—what happened. The swell of guilt follows, reminding me why I hate Azrael. His sick, twisted manipulation.

The cause of everything bad that has happened to me from the moment I stepped foot into the palace.

And now, even when I’ve made a resolve to avoid him, he still haunts me like a shadow.

His manipulation runs so deep that she looks at me with seething resentment and hatred, as though I was the one who swung the killing blade, as though I wanted her dead.

"I d-d-didn’t kill he-her," I manage to croak out timidly, making a feeble attempt at defending myself—but that only sets her off.

"You may have worked your blood-sucking fangs and manipulative deception to kill Ivana, but I’m different." She stands off the table, drawing close until she stops inches away from me.

Her sharp, painted, claw-like nails point and poke at me painfully.

"I don’t go down easy. I will make your life here a living hell."

She follows it with a not-so-little shove that forces me to stagger backward.

Yue stands behind me fast enough, holding me steady with worry while I’m unable to stop trembling, overwhelmed by her threats.

Flashes of moments where my sisters bullied me choose this exact moment to replay in my mind—embedding the fear I had been raised with back into my body, forcing me to be submissive and still.

But this time, it’s different. I want to speak. I want to lash out, to tell her she’s wrong, that I’m not the same weak girl anymore.

Anger spikes through my chest, burning behind my ribs. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Yet when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. My tongue feels heavy... Frozen. The words refuse to leave, trapped somewhere between my rage and my fear.

Her wicked laughter grows louder, more taunting.

"Can’t speak anymore? Where’s that qu-quick c-c-confident t-tongue of yours now, huh?" she mocks, imitating my stutter. "Or perhaps seeing me riding His Majesty and giving him things you could never dream of giving him has finally made it sink in just how weak and pathetic you are—and how powerless your current situation is."

I begin to feel more eyes around me, watching—peeking from the corners of the room as our conversation grows louder thanks to Alice.

Eyes watch without intervening. Even the librarian. They all watch and mock me, giggling in the shadows.

The weight of guilt and anxiety seizes my voice completely, and I become silent and compliant again, reverting back to my old slave self. Tempted to fall to my knees and beg her—to plead with her to have mercy.

Maybe then I’d have a chance. Maybe I’d be able to go into the library and not be hated if I just gave in this one time.

"I think she’s speechless from how terrible those brow laminations are, Alice."

A new, third voice stumbles into our conversation, interrupting my thoughts.

I pause, looking up—along with everyone else spectating, including Alice.

Elodie stands there, appeared from nowhere, by the doorway with both hands folded beneath her chest, interest glimmering in her eyes.

She oozes an overwhelming aura that draws attention and admiration without effort, despite her smaller stature.

She’s washed and dressed in a different outfit from last night, with a bright new flame burning in her eyes.