The Lycan Prince’s Puppy (by C Tamika) novel Chapter 364

Violet

I closed the heavy doors behind me, entering the bedroom.

Everything went quiet for just a split second before I got interrupted by the sound of my uneven breaths. I had been crying too hard for too long and didn’t know how to stop.

I pressed my back against the door in an attempt to steady my breath, but it didn’t help. Nothing did.

The tears kept coming anyway.

My head hurt, my heart felt like it had been ripped open, and I didn’t know what to do anymore.

I had watched my parents die, just stood there and let it happen.

“No,” I sobbed. No matter how many times I tried to breathe through it, the same thought kept crashing back into me, over and over again. I had made so many mistakes before.

Some bigger than the others, but I could live with most of them.

But this? Trusting Baelor?

This one had cost Mom and Dad their lives.

I paced back and forth, my hands curled into fists as another sob broke free. I covered my mouth, trying to shut down the sobs when a voice broke through.

‘It isn’t our fault, Violet.’

I froze, then my breath hitched. It was Lumia who had spoken to me, and her voice was so soft and gentle in a way I hadn’t expected. I had been so sure she would hate me now and thought she would be angry, silent, gone…

I thought she would abandon me again, but she didn’t.

‘It isn’t our fault,’ Lumia repeated. ‘It never was.’

Hearing her words made me crack completely. I hated how much I needed to hear that, but I hated even more that I was actually trying to believe her while she was only trying to make me feel better because I let her out for once.

I also knew I had disappointed her.

‘This is what Baelor does,’ Lumia continued. ‘He manipulates and twists things until you doubt yourself. Anyone would’ve fallen for it. They always do.’

Yes, maybe…

but I should’ve known better.

I had already seen what he was capable of through Adelaide’s eyes, but still…

I felt an anger rise within me, and then an overwhelming guilt. It wasn’t like I wanted to make all those mistakes. Every time I tried so hard to do the right thing, to protect the people I loved, it somehow blew up in my face.

I wiped my tears aggressively with the back of my hand. My eyes landed on the first thing in front of me.

It was a golden vase standing on the cabinet, and before I could think about it, I walked over and grabbed it. My fingers tightened around the heavy vase as my arms raised, ready to throw it to the ground.

Then the door opened. “Hey!”

Startled, I turned just in time to see Kylan step inside. His hands reached out, eyes widened as he looked at the vase in my hands. He almost flew across the room before he gently took it from me and set it back where it belonged.

A small gasp slipped past my lips.

What was I thinking? I was a guest in his room, trying to break things that did not belong to me because I couldn’t control my feelings.

Kylan let out a small, surprised chuckle and gave the vase a weak pat. “What are you doing?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine. “Violet Hastings doesn’t do stuff like that. I do.”

My lips trembled as I looked at him. The relief hit me so suddenly it made my head spin. I had almost lost him too due to my own actions, yet he stood in front of me, smiling.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”

They were once again the same small, useless words I had used on Mom and Dad, but they were all I had.

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my forehead against his chest. Kylan’s arms wrapped around me instantly as I melted into his warm embrace.

“Sorry for what?” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “I’m doing just fine. Most of all, you’re still here. Everything is the same as where we left off, and nothing has changed.”

Another sob escaped me, quieter this time. His voice was so soothing that it almost convinced me none of the horrific things we had just experienced had happened.

“I love you,” he whispered.

I slowly looked up at him, and he met my eyes with a soft, warm smile that made my chest ache in a different way. He moved his thumb beneath my eye to wipe away my tears. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

“I know,” I breathed.

He shot me a sad smile. “But if you have to let it out tonight, I understand, and I will be there with you until the end.”

He took my hand and gently led me over to the red velvet sofa by the window. As we sat down together, his hand never let go of mine. Kylan shifted slightly, guiding me without a word until my head rested against his lap.

His expression remained calm as he observed my face. My breath was still hitching every now and then, but the crying had stopped. For now.

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