Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

Getting inside the palace was relatively easier than Amula ever imagined to be. In fact whenever she thought of the palace concerning the shift society always thought that she would be taken in as a prisoner immediately. Perhaps the moment when she stepped onto the ground they would know. 

But none of that happened. 

Instead she just walked around the palace where she found the entrance and exit for the servants. With the old cloak that was on her and her dirty face no one suspected anything. 

"Hey you!" 

A harsh voice made her stiff and freeze on the spot. A hand gripped her elbow and turned her around harshly making her falter on her footing. 

"Look at that face!" The woman who had turned her around gripped her chin equally hard as she had gripped her elbow. 

"What are you doing? Even children, little wolves, do not roll in mud like you have done!" She spat before tilting her chin. "I see a bruise on your eye. I even see a cut and smell blood on you," she narrowed her eyes the witch, "did you get robbed? Who hit you?" 

Hit her? That was a shocking turn of events. By the way, the woman had held Amula's elbow, the witch had never suspected the woman to be concerned about her well being. If anything Amula had expected to get a thrashing. 

"Uh. . .um . ." She cleared her throat, "I did get robbed but I yelled. The people helped." 

The truth was certainly different. Amulya had never gotten robbed in her life to know what would have happened. But from what she had seen in the heavily crowded market if someone got robbed the immediate yelling mere ruckus And The thief was eventually caught. 

"Ah," the woman patted her shoulder. It was not affectionate but it was not forced either. It was like the woman was genuinely concerned for Amula. "Why don't you go to the hallway with the hilarious? You know the wing in the west side of the palace, right? If the royal healer is not occupied then you can go to him directly otherwise there is always an apprentice that can help you. Ask something for the pain. I will not ask you to work today but from tomorrow you will have to resume your duties." 

The woman stepped back. "Go now. Hurry." 

Not wanting to create any more suspicions in the mind of the incharge Amulya practically ran away from the same. 

If he had not recognised that she was not one of the servants yet the mood was not going to take the chance to wait for the women to realise this. It was easy to find the staircase for the servants. Most of them for their existing entry from one place. 

She had to go to the west side of the Palace but Amulya was not even aware of what floor she was on. So the next best guess was to wait around, slowly walk and find someone who was taking the utensils that were specifically used by the healer. 

Aur perhaps she could follow our kitchen made that had a huge cut on hand. She was obviously going to go to the healer and Amula could follow her perfectly. 

Many doors opened while they were climbing up the stairs and moving past the small hallway. 

It was quite windy even with the small windows in this hallway. The shifter community must really care of each other on a general level otherwise in the palaces of coven leaders she had never seen windows for servants quarters or hallways. It did not matter to the royals if they breathed or not. 

Finally the girl opened the door after three flights of stairs which made her legs ache. It was easy for shifters to walk large area of ground but for a witch it was rather difficult. 

Just as she stepped out to the floor of the palace heavy wind blew and Amulya blinked her eyes before bringing back the cap over her head concealing her face from everyone. 

The moment she entered the healers hallway, she followed the kitchen made and was greeted by an apprentice. 

"Ah," he said as he took in the bruises over her face, "are these all or do you have more over your body? If it is abuse by someone you know would you like for it to be reported? It can be completely anonymous if you want." 

She was not just shocked. Amula flabbergasted. This was something that she was definitely not used to. 

The wolves cared and that was Indo understatement. 

"No, I almost got robbed. But the people helped so. . ." She move forward on the toe and heel of her feet awkwardly trying to get the attention of her before the apprentice nodded and made her sit on the bed. 

"I will be back with some medicines. Can you wait here?" 

Amula nodded and watched the apprentice leave. 

Just as the young man left a woman and that was relatively older than her but still dress better than what a maid would wear. That meant that the woman was not member of the staff neither was she a Royal because she did not wear a Royal badge. 

Also the fact that she stood more like a commoner than how a royal would stand, all tall and proud. 

But what bothered Amula more was that the woman directly went inside the Royal chambers. How could a woman that was not a royal neither a kitchen maid with someone off between go inside the Royal chambers? 

Those were made specifically for the royal members that were healing and no one else except from the medical staff could go inside. 

An idea struck her which made Amula look around the entire room to make sure that no one was looking at her and then she slipped past the door to the Royal chambers only to find the women staring at a bed.