Chapter 30

Ronald's POV
　　I realized that the woman in front of me was most likely the one Baron guessed, the one who was supposedly well-versed in medicine.
　　But again, my reason kept telling me that there was no way this humble slave could have been educated.
　　Not to mention that she would know what kind of herbs could stop the bleeding.
　　My heart suddenly tensed up, a tension that was tinged with a sense of anticipation.
　　Charlotte was looking down from the side, and I didn't know what she was thinking.
　　"Charlotte, is that you?" I asked her.
　　Charlotte's eyes shone with an averted light. I lifted her chin with my hand, which forced her to look into my eyes.
　　Charlotte sighed and said to me. "Okay, I admit that I stopped Tyler's bleeding."
　　Baron complimented Charlotte in amazement, "I can't believe it! This young lady actually knows the uses of this precious herb."
　　Baron looked at me kindly, "Miss Charlotte, are you a doctor?"
　　I looked at Charlotte curiously, and I explained to Baron, "This is the slave I bought. She can't be a doctor, can she?"
　　Charlotte shook her head firmly and said, "I'm not a doctor. I learned this herb by accident from Thomas.
　　At that time, I was injured, and he did not want to hire a real doctor to save me, so he put this herb on me."
　　After hearing Charlotte's plea, I felt some inexplicable disappointment.
　　Baron nodded, "Okay. It will take some time for Mr. Tyler's wound to return to its original state.
　　During this time, he is not allowed to engage in any more strenuous exercise."
　　Baron finished his instructions and left with two nurses' aides.
　　Only Charlotte and I were left in the ward, along with Tyler, who was lying on the bed.
　　"Charlotte, I need you to talk to me clearly, why did you stab Tyler?"
　　I tried to keep my tone as smooth as possible. I didn't want me to scare Charlotte so much that she wouldn't want to continue communicating with me.
　　Charlotte stood in front of the window, she looked back at Tyler and said slowly, "Tyler came to see me and he knew I hadn't eaten so he brought me a roast chicken."
　　I gestured for Charlotte to continue.
　　"I didn't have much doubt about Tyler's behavior because not many people in the pack would talk to me. I cherished Tyler's gestures of affection toward me."
　　Charlotte continued, "But I didn't even think Tyler would suddenly change his temperament!
　　He came at me like a beast in heat, vicious. He became like a beast in heat, lunged at me with such ferocity and pressed me so hard that I couldn't say no."
　　Charlotte's voice began to tremble and she began to cry, fear and anger mingling in her voice.
　　"I had no choice but to stab Tyler with a dagger."
　 As she spoke, a look of fear appeared on Charlotte's beautiful face, and she didn't seem to be able to escape well from the scare she had just had.
　　To be honest, I don't like crying women. Because my father's always surrounded by beautiful women.
　　And as soon as they cried, it meant that my father had to bestow something on them.
　　For a long time, I had to take the behavior of women crying as their clever way to please the male.
　　Although Charlotte was a rare beauty, she was at heart just like those crying women, a doddering flower that clung to men.
　　I hate it when women cry, their choking sounds bore me.
　　And of all the women I've met, only Ally has been strong enough to deal with difficulties instead of squatting there and crying all the time.
　　"Charlotte, stop crying!"
　　Charlotte's sobs were interrupted by me, and she looked at me with open eyes, innocent and bewildered.
　　I sneered, "Why should I believe what you say? Just because you're crying?"
　　I noticed the expression on Charlotte's face appear frozen for a moment. Her lips were still quivering, but her sobbing had become intermittent.
　　Charlotte held her hand slightly out of the corner of her eyes, and the sobbing had stopped, but her chest was still engaged in a slight rise and fall, as if in a silent gasp.
　　"Ronald, you must believe every word Miss Charlotte says..."
　　A small voice came from the hospital bed, and Tyler had awakened at some point.
　　"Tyler! Are you okay?" I quickly checked Tyler's wounds, which I was afraid would start to bleed.
　　"Don't worry, I'm fine." Tyler shook his head, his lips turning as pale as snow.
　　"I heard everything Miss Charlotte said. I promise, every word Miss Charlotte said, is the truth."
　　Tyler said to Ronald in a firm tone. tyler barely managed to pull a smile at Charlotte who was standing next to him.
　　"I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte. I couldn't control my own behavior at the time, and I'm very sorry for the hurt I caused you."
　　I was stunned to see Tyler expressing his apologies to a humble slave.
　　Charlotte said she understood Tyler completely, and she apologized to him.
　　"It's okay, I forgive you. And I'm sorry too, because I was the one who gave you such a serious injury with the dagger."
　　"Tyler, you didn't have to..."
　　What I said was cut off mercilessly by Tyler.
　　"No, Ronald, it's really all my fault. I was like a puppet on a string, I was driven only by desire.
　　And Miss Charlotte was motivated by an instinct of self-defense, which is why she stabbed me with the dagger."
　　Tyler frowned and said to me.
　　"Ronald, it feels...strange like that..."
　　My guard suddenly rose because I knew Tyler wasn't someone who would be easily controlled by his desires.
　　If he felt out of control, then something was definitely wrong.
　I gestured for Tyler to continue to tell me the details of what happened and how he felt.
　　"Why? What did it feel like?"
　　Tyler took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
　　"I remember taking the roast chicken with me to the garden to find Miss Charlotte.
　　I didn't think there was anything particularly strange about it at first. But after Miss Charlotte ate the whole roast chicken, I started to lose control of myself."
　　Tyler's face looked a little embarrassed, but he continued, "That feeling...was like...the uncontrollable onset of Beta's rut."
　 I began to understand Tyler's embarrassment, and Charlotte next to me began to blush. She should feel a little shy, after all, estrus is not something that people are happy to bring up in their daily lives.
　　Tyler explained with some hesitation, "It's not my day in heat, Ronald, but I'm feeling physically strange today."
　　Werewolves have a fixed date for their rut, and each werewolf chooses a suitable mate during the rut.
　　But this does not mean that werewolves can be promiscuous while in heat. So, it also means that estrus can be controlled.
　　Charlotte was standing next to the hospital bed, she had been silent. Charlotte broke the silence by asking Tyler: "Did anything special happen to you before you lost control of your desire?
　　For example, did you have any injections, or, did you have anything to eat?"
　　Tyler shook his head, dismissing the query Charlotte mentioned.
　　"No, I didn't eat any food at the time. Nor did I drink any liquids." Tyler paused briefly, then explained.
　　"If I had to say that I encountered anything in particular, I only thought I smelled a particularly strong aroma on Miss Charlotte."
　　"Fragrance?" I said in confusion. charlotte was standing beside me now, but I didn't smell any fragrance from her.
　　"Yes. I remember that Charlotte-san's body was constantly emitting a strong fragrance. It was a mixture of scents that I couldn't distinguish."
　　"This fragrance was very faint at first, and then it became stronger and stronger.
　　As soon as I smelled this scent, my blood started to become boiling and I began to crave contact with Miss Charlotte, and by the end I was lost in this scent..."
　　Tyler closed his eyes, he was probably a little tired from the description.
　　"What kind of poison would cause a person to show signs like rutting?"
　I kept thinking about it, but I wasn't exactly good at medicine.
　　At this point, it would be nice to have Ally by my side. She is proficient in medicine and herbs, and with Ally's help, I think Tyler's question will be solved.
　　Charlotte's head was bowed on one side, and I didn't know what she was thinking.
　　Her face was very grave, as if she was thinking about a very important matter. I didn't understand what Charlotte was anxious about.
　　"Why do you look so sad, Charlotte?" I asked her.
　　Charlotte changed her look from the fragile look she had just cried, she looked determined and frowned in deep thought.
　　Charlotte hesitated for a moment and then finally spoke.
　　"It's hard to imagine that it was someone who deliberately poisoned Tyler to make it look like he was in heat. That person's purpose was probably to destroy me.
　　It clearly knew that Tyler's plan was to come to me, thus poisoning Tyler during the noon hour. But it wasn't like it was really bringing harm to Tyler. So this way only I would be violated by Tyler and Tyler would be fine.
　　If the incident was known by everyone, it would only be said that Tyler raped a slave in rut. But that's really not much of a story in the male-dominated Blackout Pack."
　　I was amazed at Charlotte's quick thinking.
　　Charlotte sneered, impatience and disgust clearly appearing in her gaze.