Evil Betty

Evil Betty

Aria's P O V

“What are you? What the hell are you?” I heard and slowly forced my eyes open to see the crown prince sitting beside me with his eyes fixed on mine.

I flinched and slowly backed away from him.

Why is he sitting beside me? Why is a prince sitting beside me? He kept staring at me as I kept moving away.

“Your Highness, she…she, I'll love to explain something to you.” A familiar voice said, and I turned to notice a few other people in the room.

There is Lara, an older man wearing royal doctor wear. That's Matthew, prince Damon's Beta and the last guy, Dave.

“I'll love to know why she is not a human nor a werewolf.” Crown prince turned to look at Lara briefly and demanded.

I gasp out on hearing those words.

I am neither a werewolf nor a human? What am I then?

I also turned to Lara to hear what she has to say.

“Your Highness, she…when she was 11 years old, that was the first time she tried shifting but in the process got bitten by a creature that we don't all understand. After getting bitten, she turned back to her normal being self and since then, we have been keeping this from her because when she also woke up, she couldn't remember what happened to her.

She…she forgot even her name. Her parents were devastated, but they didn't want her to know, they loved her too much. I only happened to know this because I was with her then. I made a promise not to reveal a word to her or anyone and also protect her as she needs a lot of protection too.” Lara explained, making my mouth fly open.

Crown prince turned to look at me sharply.

“Is that true? Where was she bitten then? Which area, I want to see it.” He stressed.

Lara gasped and came forward.

“She…got bitten in between her thigh, your Highness, and it's already healed,” Lara told.

“Hmm, I want everyone to get out of this room at once.” He suddenly let out after a minute of silence.

My eyes widened, and I turned to look at Lara. I shook my head for her to not leave, but she did, along with the others in the room.

I shifted backwards, away from him once again.

He is not planning to open my legs, is he?

“I'm not,” he mumbled, making me turn to look at him.

Did he listen to my thoughts? How was he able to hear that?

“I can hear your thoughts, yes. I can,” he looked up at me.

“Really?” I gulped.

“I can only hear it if we are sitting this close. I need to ask you something, that is why I sent everyone out.” He spoke up again.

“W…what is that?” I hesitated a bit.

“Why did you come here to this palace? Why did you decide to be a maid here?” He questioned.

“Because my mother was sick and dying, she needed money for surgery and… "

“And that friend of yours suggested that you work here, am I right?” He implored, his gaze not leaving mine.

“Yes, yes, your Highness.”

He shook his head and turned away from me.

“You can leave, you are okay now, and I've cleared your case. The main person who poisoned the tea has been caught. Go.” He stood up and walked to the window side.

“Thank you, thank you.” I bowed in appreciation before dragging my foot down the bed and running out of the room.

Okay, I think this is the pack's hospital. But this hospital is made only for the higher rank wolves.

I came out of the room to see everyone still standing there aside from Lara.

“She is over there.” Dave pointed out.

“Thank you.” I bowed briefly before running off.

Damon's P O V

The door opened, and I knew who got in without turning to look.

“Why? Why did you ask us out to ask her that?” Matthew probed.

“I want you to investigate that friend of hers. She's not a werewolf either, she's clocking her scent, everything about her. She's making it seems like she's a werewolf, while she is not.

As for her, I feel she doesn't know anything about her identity. She was also surprised to learn of the lies that that friend of hers told. Something is not right at all. Moreover, investigate the girl's parents.

I need all these to clear the doubts I have.” I explained and instructed.

“So, uh…bro, is she your mate?” Dave asked.

“I still don't know for now. Something is hiding her real being, for that reason, I can't still figure it out, though her scent becomes more obvious minute by minute. I feel her scent is also being hidden. Countless things need to be figured out. Probably the reason my wolf couldn't recognize her was that he just couldn't because hers is hidden.”

“Okay, I'll start the investigation right away.” Matthew nodded.

“Be discreet. If someone is hiding who she is, then there might be a reason for that. We want to avoid letting the person find out, do we?”

“So be discreet about everything. And Dave, I need you to keep a watch on her.”

“Do you mean your mate, Dam? I should keep an eye on her. Wait, she hasn't been confirmed as your mate yet, so I shouldn't say that. But I'll keep an eye on her.” Dave answered.

“Good, let's go home.” I turned and left the room, and they both followed me.

Unknown P O V

“Master, your suspicion has been confirmed. It's true, they are mates.”

“Really? That is not good at all. That is bad. We need to do something about it. He must not find out that they are mates, or all our plans will be ruined. The secret we have been protecting for so many years will be exposed.”

“Master, what do you suggest we do?” I knelt and inquired.

“Make sure he doesn't confirm the fact that they are mates, and be careful. Be careful because Damon is not just a werewolf but a royal one. He is smarter and can sniff things out faster than a normal werewolf can. Clock your scent, double everything.”

“Yes, master. I will do just that.”

“You may go.”

“Yes, master,” I stood up and moved back before teleporting back to my room.

I turned to see her sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed. I got out wraps of clocking ingredients and mixed them. Likewise, I went to her side of the bed and poured everything on her, which disappeared into her body.

She stirred and opened her eyes.

“What are you doing, Lara?”

“Uh… I nothing, I'm just checking up on you. Are you having that dream you usually have?” I raised a question.

“No… I don't have them like before again. Why?” She sat up.

“Nothing, nothing. You are my best friend, just wanted to know.” I smiled and moved to my side of the room.

She stares at me for a while before lying down again.

Betty's P O V

“Ahh!” I yelled as I threw everything off my part.

“How dare he save her? How dare he save her when my plans already worked out?” I yelled angrily.

“I can't believe that prince Damon cares for that maid. It's unbelievable.” Ella shook her head.

“Well, I think this confirms that there might be something between them. Could she be his mate?” Emma spoke up, and I turned to glare at her.

“Mate? What stupid thing is that? I am his mate. His only mate, do you hear me?” I growled as my eyes glowed yellow.

“I'm sorry. That was the only possible theory I could come up with, prince Damon is not the type to take pity on those below him. It has never been heard of that he cared for maids, so I'm not certain.” Emma interpreted.

“There is no way a maid and a prince could be fated mates? That's not possible.” Ella shook her head.

“Thank you, Ella. I'm the only one who is his mate, got that?” I fired at Emma.

“Well, yeah.” She shook her head.

“I'm heading to the palace tomorrow morning. I want to meet that bitch, I'll warn her and put her in her place.”

“Does that mean you'll be exposing yourself?" Emma asked in bewilderment.

“Yes. If that means Damon and that stupid maid will no longer see each other then I'm willing to take that risk.” I said, determined.

“That's bad. But do it. I'm behind you.” Ella smiled in support.

I smiled back at her.

“Thanks, Ella. You are always supportive.” She shook her head and smiled more broadly.

Aria's P O V

Early the next morning, I started cleaning the west wing as I always have when a little girl ran out from a room far ahead and to me.

“Miss, miss, save me.” She ran behind me, and I dropped the cleaning materials with me to concentrate on her.

“What is it? Who is after you? I'll save you, don't be scared.” I said, my protective instinct kicking in.

“He is coming, he is coming.” She pointed ahead of her. I followed her hand to see prince Damon.

“Come on, Arya, stop running and come take your bath. You don't want me to tell mom about you, do you?” Prince Damon scolded, looking a bit frustrated.

“No, I don't want you to bathe me. No!” The little girl whose name is Arya hid behind me and shouted.

Okay, I think this little girl is a princess. I mean, since prince Damon is speaking this way to her.

“Bring her,” he whispered to me.

“No, Aunt, don't let him take me. He scrubs my skin so hard, I don't want it.” The little girl held me tightly as if she won't ever let go.

“Bring her,” he demanded again.

“She…she won't let go,” I replied, to him.

“Are you disregarding my orders now?”

“No! No, of course not. I… I don't mean that.” I shook my head.

He sighed and placed his hands on his waist.

“You bath her, then.” He instructed, looking pissed, before going into his office.

I brought Arya before me and stared her in the eyes.

“He is gone now, let me bath you. Is that okay?” I probed.

She bobbed her head and held firmly unto my hand as I led her back to the prince's room.

“Are you staying here with the prince?” I asked her.

“No, my room is on the North wing, besides mom and dad's room. It's a bit far from here, but now I'm staying with Damon because he is sick.” Arya answered.

“He is sick?” I halted my steps and asked.

“Yes, he was admitted to the hospital yesterday.” She responded.

“Uh. okay, lets a bathe you.” I took her to the prince room and to the bathroom, where her bath was already prepared.

“Who prepared the bath?” I questioned.

“Damon.” She answered.

“Did he prepare the bath for you?” I am surprised he knows how to prepare a bath.

“Yes, I insisted he prepares it himself and I insisted he bathes me himself but remembered that he scrubs too hard and that's why I ran away,” Arya says, looking innocent.

“How old are you?” She doesn't behave proudly or rudely as her brother does.

“I'm 7, you?” She asked.

“I'm 17, soon to be 18,” I replied.

“Wow, I'm soon to be 8 too. I guess we are the same.” She flashed her toothy teeth.

I smiled and shook my head.

“I think so, too.” I giggled.

I carried her into the bathtub and bath her, was careful not to hurt her in any way.

“Princess, there is no towel here. Let me search for a towel for you.” I explained and she nodded.

I left the bathroom to the room to see a towel lying down on a sofa. Furthermore, I quickly picked it up and made it to go in back to the bathroom when the door opened and the evil Betty came in.

Once her eyes met mine, her eyes darkened in rage, and she charged at me.