[Avira]
I shook my head quickly, while my gaze was fixed on the Beta. I didn't bother with my voice as I was sure it would quiver. The accusation which the Beta had against me was not one to be taken lightly, and yet I could not use my voice, or defend myself with my words.
Apart from quivering in fear, speaking would only make it worse, past experiences had taught me so.
As I expected even though I desperately hoped against it, the Beta left my room, and I didn't need a Shanna even though the pack didn't have any, to tell me that he was going to get his whip, so I sat on my bed, bracing myself for the worst. I thought of shutting the door, and pushing the bed against it like I did last night but my body was divided. My mind prodded me to do it but my feet refused to cooperate.
I also thought of putting on more outfit so as to minimize the pain but what was the point? The Beta would most definitely ask me to strip, and when he realized that I had attempted to cheat, he would double up the number of whips I would get.
So I sat still, trying hard to not panic or think about the pain the Beta's accusation had brought me. All I have been to him all the time I have been with him was nothing but loyal even when he treated me worse than a human. And now, this accusation against me hit me more than I wanted to believe. It is okay that he hated me, I don't feel bad about that as I was already used to it. But outrightly accusing me of trying to betray him was hurtful as hell.
The Beta was taking more time than usual to get back. He should make it snappy as I have a lot of chores to do. I was far too much in pain to be bothered by any more pain.
The Beta came back just then, but he wasn't holding a whip. The rage in his eyes were gone but I wasn't fooled. Beta Maverick is not one to let go of anger without causing pain to the one he thought pain was due, especially since he became rogue. In this case, I was the one, and maybe not now, I knew he had something up his sleeves, and he would get back at me when I least expected it
Now, this was a reason to be scared because I knew that whatever he had planned, cannot be good.
"You have chores to do, don't you?" He asked, as a way of dismissing me. I took the clue, and headed out of my bedroom.
I went into the Beta's room, prepared to see the worst sight ever, and I wasn't disappointed. Not a single furniture was standing. The chairs, table, and his bed were upturned, giving the room the most untidy look I have ever seen it in. I proceeded by restoring the furnitures to their positions which was no easy feat, judging from how heavy each piece of furniture was.
I worked fast, I didn't want any of the other members of the pack to visit, and see that I was still cleaning. They might see the furs or even perceive it, and the Beta would be in trouble. I didn't want to worry about the Beta, I wanted to wish him ill or hell but I just couldn't do that. Besides what difference will my wish make? Haven't I wished for a whole lot to happen, and for a whole lot to not happen over the years? And didn't all of my wishes turned out to be nothing but just wishes?
I straightened up after arranging the Beta's furnitures for a while, and at the same time I checked the progress I have made. All three sofas were standing now, and so was the table. What was left was the large bed which I wasn't sure I could lift on my own, and couldn't dare go to the Beta and ask for his assistance. I still didn't know what he had planned for me, and even though I was trying hard to not dwell so much on it, I was doing all I could to not get into any trouble.
I drew closer to the bed, and applied every force I could muster but it didn't yield any result. It was as if the bed was inbuilt to the ground.
I wiped off imaginary sweat from my forehead with my left hand while my right hand held my waist. I was panting heavily now, and wondering just how I would lift the bed. Going to the Beta was out of the options, and there was no one else. If only I could shift, and let my wolf give it a try.
"Do you need help with that?" It was the Beta but his voice was strangely polite. Since when did Beta Maverick offer assistance to me? And since when did he speak to me with politeness? Whatever he was planning for me, I feared it was worse than anything I could imagine.
"Yes, please." I replied, and moved aside for the Beta who was heading towards the bed. With a single attempt and very little effort, the Beta lifted the bed, and placed it in its original position.
"See?" he asked in a teasing voice, and I forced a smile. Now, what is going on? Beta Maverick doesn't joke or smile.
"I'm stronger than I look," he added, and I wished he would stop. It was becoming harder to pretend that I was okay with his sudden change when in fact a thousand fearful questions were running through my mind.
I flashed another fake smile towards his direction when he turned towards me with a gentle look, one I have never seen on him, one I didn't know he was capable of showing.
He left a little while later, and I breathed down in relief. Now I didn't have to worry about slipping. His sudden gentleness was a trap, I'm sure, and I would be as careful as one walking on eggs with the intention to not crack any of them.
I swept out the debris, and went to the kitchen right after to do the dishes. I was in no mood to do the laundry today, I would wash them tomorrow.
I suddenly remembered that I have not cleaned out the other rooms, so I went back into the main house, and headed for the room which was closest to the Beta's, and there before my very eyes, sitting on the rumpled bed was Alpha Demian's gold crown!
I felt my spirit leave my body immediately, and I couldn't help but fear for the worst.
But what was the Beta thinking when he took the crown?
Right, he wasn't thinking at all.