Mine: His Caged Princess
Chapter 69

PRESENT

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Arabella freshened up, and this time she wore decent clothes.

‘I needed all the material required for painting.’ She thought about it and walked out of the room. The training was still going on, so she was positive that there wouldn’t be anyone in the Alpha office. And without anyone’s presence, she doubted that she was allowed to go inside alone, but she wouldn’t know until she went there and checked this on her own.

“Good morning, Lady Arabella.” The guard standing near Wylder’s office greeted her, shocking her. ‘Lady Arabella’

“Good morning… Sorry, I don’t know your name.” Arabella responded.

“You call me Barry.” The guard responded before adding, “Alpha had informed me about your arrival. Please let me know where you want me to set up the easel and all the things that you need for painting.” A small smile tugged at Arabella’s lips when she heard that. Even though he wasn’t there to stand by her side, he made sure that she wouldn’t face any problems.

“In my room. I mean in Alpha’s room.” Arabella replied after thinking for a while. No one would disturb her there.

“Sure. Just give me a couple of minutes.” Barry nodded his head and mind-linked Zahir, who didn’t attend today’s training.

“Morning, Bella.” Zahir arrived there after a couple of minutes.

“Good morning, Beta Zahir,” Arabella responded and watched Zahir’s eyes get scanned by the security system.

“What happened? Didn’t sleep last night?” Zahir asked, opening the door and walking inside while Barry and Arabella followed him.

“How did you know?” Arabella asked, watching the broken desk. Except that the whole office looked perfectly fine. She pouted, looking at the desk in disappointment because she wanted to break this desk on her own.

“Your eyes,” Zahir responded and mind-linked other omegas to clean the office as soon as possible as Barry was collecting the things that were around the easel: paint, brushes, boards, and a few more things.

“Oh, Yeah!! Sometimes the demons of my life don’t let me sleep.” Arabella replied without telling about her nightmares, and yes, Wylder was also the reason behind her puffy eyes. “And I doubt that even you got a chance to sleep last night, looking at the dark circle under your eyes.” She pointed out that they should change the topic so that Zahir wouldn’t ask her to explain her previous answer.

At the same time, two more Omegas enter the office to pick up the broken desk and take them out.

“I’m barely sleeping these days; Wylder had to find… I mean, there are a lot of things on the bucket list, and we don’t have time on our hands.” Zahir replied, not giving the detail that, before ten days, Wylder needed to find Arabella’s identity.

“Oh! You should inform your Alpha that your health is also important and…”

“No! It’s not that he is not allowing me to sleep, but I can barely keep my hands away from Breda. So, I won’t blame him completely.”

Arabella chuckled and nodded her head, understanding the situation.

“Moreover, all these works are a matter of a couple of days.”

“I get it,” Arabella spoke and took the cue to leave when Barry was ready with all the things. Since Wylder’s bedroom was locked, she had to go with him. “You can use cold tea bags, grated potatoes, grated cucumber, cold milk, aloe vera, almond oil, lemon juice, rosewater, or tomatoes for your dark circles.” She added.

All of a sudden, her eyes widened in shock, wondering how the hell she knew about all these things—even Zahir’s expression was no different.

He knew that women were obsessed with knowledge about pampering their skin, but the way Arabella suggested it to him, it looked like she had great knowledge about this remedy.

Arabella quickly flew from there to avoid any questions, and to be honest, she was disturbed by her knowledge.

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[Tiara: My right shoulder is dislocated. I can’t do a thing now. If I use magic, then I will get caught. [Unknown Number: You’re a useless piece of sh*t. Anyways, we are going to attack the pack to get our hands on that bitch.

Tiara: Don’t be so quick to judge me. There is someone who is from the pack and will help your people.

[Unknown Number: Who is that?]

Before Tiara would have replied to that message, she got another message. [Unknown Number: Got that person’s message.]

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Arabella took a deep breath and closed her eyes, recalling the faces of those monsters. It was definitely not a pleasant memory that she wanted to think about, but at the same time, she was stronger than this. Crying wasn’t an option.

She had to kick the asses of those bastards who did wrong to her. And also find out who she was.

After wiping the lone tear that escaped her eyes, her hand started moving on its own. She kept herself calm and composed, not acting surprised while watching herself paint.

She didn’t use a brush or knife to paint, instead using both her hands and letting her mind take the lead.

After an hour, she was done painting all the images that were in her mind. Her hand ached badly, but at the same time, she sighed in relief that, in the end, she finished what she had started.

A lot of questions were going through her mind once she was done painting.

How did Wylder know that she could paint? Or was it just a coincidence?

What was the paint doing on his desk?

She reminded him of someone from her past. Who?

Did she too paint?

She kept staring at all the paintings that she had recently painted for a while until something struck her mind, and she looked around to find the room decorated with a lot of paintings. Her heart thudded as she grabbed one of the paintings, walking towards the paintings that were hanging on the wall. She kept looking between the two paintings from time to time.

Those which were hung on the wall had an amazing finish and were perfect in every way. It was clear whoever painted them took hours or days to finish them, unlike the one she was holding in her hand. But there was one thing common between both the paintings.

There was a star at the bottom of the paintings.

‘Why did I draw a star in this painting?’ She asked herself. She ran toward the window where she was standing before and grabbed the eraser, she erased those stars from all the paintings that she ended up drawing with the pencil once she was done.