Chapter 3 Punishment

Nyla's POV:

As I was clueless about what to do, a cozy and plush blanket enveloped me.

I witnessed a person standing before me and intimidating the servants who had been ridiculing and harassing me.

The person was my mother!

At the sight of her, I had the urge to cry once more.

The servants glared at my mother and me with resentment until their expressions suddenly shifted and they diverted their gaze behind us. I pivoted around to see that Robbin and Alyssa had walked back.

Robbin regarded us with an emotionless expression and uttered in a chilly tone, "Leave the Black Moon Pack. Henceforth, you are stripped of your werewolf status in this pack."

He wanted to expel us from the Black Moon Pack!

I couldn't believe it. "But, why?"

Alyssa expressed her disdain with a sneer and retorted, "How audacious of you to inquire why! If you hadn't meddled with Killian's drink, how would you have been able to approach and tempt him? You orchestrated a trap for the prospective Alpha. You should consider yourself lucky that we aren't executing you immediately!"

I was taken aback. Was there something wrong with the wine? However, I did not tamper with it in any way!

I became agitated and protested loudly, "I have no knowledge of it whatsoever! I didn't do it!"

Nevertheless, none of them believed me, and they merely regarded me with contempt.

No, I was not to blame. Killian acted of his own accord! It was him! He raped me! Why should my mother and I be punished for that?

"I want to see Killian! Let me see him!" I made a request to confront Killian.

However, Alyssa did not grant me the opportunity. She regarded me with contempt and announced, "Killian has no desire to meet with you. Cease your absurd rambling. Guards, throw them out!"

In no time, a group of burly servants encircled us.

I instinctively leaped forward to shield my mother, fearing for her safety. However, we were powerless against them. They apprehended us and forcefully expelled us from the pack.

Our belongings met the same fate as us and were flung out unceremoniously.

I took out a set of clothes and donned them clumsily. My mother gazed at me with a mournful expression and assisted me with my coat.

All of a sudden, she clutched her chest and wheezed for air.

I hastily moved toward her and embraced her, anxiously inquiring, "Mom? Are you alright?"

She remained unresponsive. Her eyelids shut, and she lost consciousness.

I was terrified. I hoisted her onto my back and sprinted to the hospital with all my strength.

I couldn't lose her!

*

"A sudden heart attack?"

In the ward, I gazed at the doctor helplessly and verified my mother's condition with him once more.

The doctor nodded and replied, "Her condition is critical. She requires an operation immediately. Please make the necessary payments promptly."

Regrettably, I had no money on hand.

I beseeched him with a pleading look, "Is there any way to carry out the surgery before the payment? I'll pay it as soon as I raise the money."

The doctor scrutinized me hastily and responded impatiently, "I cannot make an exception for a rogue. You'd better seek to gather the funds immediately."

Without any hesitation, he exited the ward.

What was I to do?

As I gazed at my mother lying in bed, I forced myself to remain composed despite my distress.

Becoming a rogue meant that I was no longer a member of a werewolf pack and had lost the protection and support of the pack. It was a difficult situation for me as I had no resources to fall back on.

It seemed like the odds were stacked against me ever since I was a child and I had nowhere to turn. However, I refused to give up on my mother. I knew I had to find a way to save her, no matter what it took.

Perhaps I could turn to Raylan.

For the sake of my mother, I was willing to try asking for Raylan's help, although I wasn't sure if he would be willing to assist me.

Under the cover of darkness, I made my way back to the Alpha's house. My heart pounded inside my chest. It was an incredibly risky move, as any other werewolf who caught sight of me would have no hesitation in taking my life.

I grabbed a small stone and tossed it toward Raylan's window, hoping he would hear it and come to my aid.

As I waited anxiously, I noticed a light turning on in a different room.

It was Killian's room!

Backtracking in fear, I was too slow to escape before Killian noticed me.

He emerged swiftly and demanded in a hushed tone, "How dare you return?"

Trembling with fear, I remained silent. Killian's gaze shifted to the next room. With a sarcastic smile, he asked, "Are you here for Raylan? Do you expect him to take a fancy to a humble maid like you? Are you dreaming of becoming his mate?"

I was unsure of what Killian was trying to convey.

I had no intention of becoming Raylan's mate; all I needed was his help.

I wondered why Killian would say something like that when he was supposed to be my mate.

Although confused, I had no time to ponder these questions. My greatest concern at the moment was my mother's condition, and I needed money to save her. I had already been expelled from the pack, and returning had been a risky move. Now that I had been caught by Killian, I knew that I wouldn't have another opportunity to come back.

The man in front of me looked so cold and unyielding. I knew that he wouldn't let me see Raylan.

I was left with no other option but to kneel down.