Mute Mate: The Alpha's Obsession-Chapter 205: His Reputation

Vrazen did not know why, but for some unknown reason, he felt anger surge through him. Was it because she was a vampire? That could not be. He had seen lots and lots of vampires being tortured—even more worse—and yet that did not shift any sympathy in him. So why did this anger him?

The three girls were trembling so hard. It was only then he realized they were the maids. They were shaking like chickens that had just been placed in cold water. Who wouldn’t? At this point, they looked as good as dead — because they were.

As if that was not enough, a guard who was passing by halted as he was sent to call Vrazen; his father had requested him to show the prince his room.

He walked, wondering what was going on there and why the prince was standing there.

He finally reached the scene and bowed respectfully.

"Prince Vrazen," he greeted, keeping his head low. But he noticed something off — the air around the prince was far darker than he wanted to admit. It was so chilling that he prayed the prince would just say a word.

Maybe that would be slightly better.

"Take them to the dungeon."

Immediately those words left his lips, the guard’s eyes widened. The girls’ bodies froze, and the one on the floor trembled in shock. This was rare. Taking someone to the dungeon meant one thing — they would be killed.

Not just any kind of death; their heads would be burned, while their necks and bodies buried separately.

"Prince V–Vrazen..." the man tried to speak, but before he could utter another word, Vrazen turned his black, cold eyes on him. A sharp warning flashed through them.

The guard immediately bowed his head and moved to take them away. The girls trembled — shock had rendered them unable to speak. It was like they could not even process what was happening. They just moved silently, no words leaving their lips. The shock was written all over their faces, and the only thing that rang in their heads like a torturous spell was a single word:

"Death... Death... Death."

Immediately after they left, Vrazen’s eyes lowered and rested on the girl who was trying her best to stand, her head still bowed.

"Raise your head," he said.

The girl trembled as she slowly lifted her face.

His body stilled as he stared into her eyes — those siren green eyes. They were perfect, so beautiful that they could weaken any man’s knees and make him bow before her.

"I... a–apologize, P–Prince V–Vrazen," she stammered, lowering her face again. He noticed a bruise just beside her lips.

She decided to wait, ignoring the deep pain in her body. She knew one thing, never to involve herself with the royals. She would wait until he left. Then, she would manage to stand and leave.

But he was not leaving. He just stood there. Her heart began to race in fear. Had she angered him? Would he send her to the dungeon too? Her pupils trembled. Or was it because she looked at him...?

Before she knew it, he lowered himself and carried her.

"P–please don’t, P–Prince..." her words were cut short as he spoke curtly.

"Shut up."

She pressed her lips together as fear gripped her harder. What if someone saw them like this? Did he not care about his reputation? What if he was seen carrying a low maid like her and rumors started spreading?

Panic set in, yet she decided to stay calm. She didn’t want to move too much and anger the prince.

Vrazen carried her, his eyes moving to her face...covered with mud. Her eyes were shut, long curly lashes framing her face. He wondered if that had something to do with those eyes.

"What’s your name?" he asked calmly.

The girl opened her eyes but avoided his gaze. She didn’t want to seem disrespectful.

"My name is R–Rielle, Prince..." her words were cut short again.

"Vrazen. Just call me Vrazen," he said calmly. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Her eyes widened. Now her gaze met his. For a split second, their eyes locked. As if she had suddenly realized herself, she immediately looked away.

Vrazen walked through the hallway. A few maids bowed, many curious as to why the prince was carrying someone — but none dared raise their heads.

"You," Vrazen called.

A maid who was cleaning the royal vase in the hallway bowed instantly.

"Show me my room," he said.

The maid bowed deeply again. Of course, they had all been shown the specific guest rooms in case any of the royals needed something, food, or an errand run.

Rielle wondered why he was carrying her. Any other royal would have just left her there — or would never have gone near that area at all. She had no idea why she was so hated by the other maids. At first, she thought it was because she was a vampire, but that changed when even her fellow vampires began to look at her with disgust. They claimed her eyes were cursed.

Earlier, when the prince had asked her to raise her head, she had feared he would look at her with that same disgust. But his expression was blank, giving nothing away. And even though she had no idea what he was thinking, it was better than disgust.

The door finally opened as Vrazen walked inside. The only sound that could be heard was the slick echo of his shoes against the marble floor.

Rielle suddenly realized she was covered in mud...which meant she must have stained his clothes. Panic surged as she wiggled slightly and spoke.

"Pri... Vrazen, your cloth... stained... my body..." she mixed up the words, unable to say them properly.

"Don’t worry about that," he said, moving closer as he laid her down.

Her face looked worried. Vrazen was speechless. She wasn’t even concerned that a man had taken her to a room — she was worried about staining his clothes and his bed.

Vrazen laid her down gently. He noticed how she avoided his gaze. Her under-eyes were slightly swollen, as though she had been crying.

He walked to the drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. The room was large and royally arranged. The king-size bed where Rielle now lay was so soft — she had never laid on such a bed before. It surprised her. She had arranged this very bed countless times, but never realized it was this soft.

Vrazen placed the first aid kit on the table and went into the bathroom to get a clean towel and a bowl of water to wipe the mud off her face.

He paused, realizing he was doing these things himself. Why? He was not the kind of person who did this. It was shocking — he had even gone out of his way to carry her, not minding if anyone saw them. Still, he didn’t feel bothered.

He took the wet towel and stepped out of the bathroom...but froze in his tracks.

There, now lying with both legs and hands spread on the bed as if she didn’t want to share, was none other than Rielle.

She had fallen asleep.