#Chapter 174

Violet’s POV When I had struggled to stop crying, Helene disappeared from the study, returning with a hairbrush from my bathroom. She had beckoned me over to sit on the floor between her legs while she sat on the couch. Still a crying mess, I did as I was told. She was maybe five to ten years older than me, but when she started running the brush through my hair, I suddenly felt much younger. Memories of my mother doing the exact same thing flooded my mind. They didn’t sadden me; they soothed me. By the time Helene put the brush down and started braiding my hair, the tears had finally stopped. My breathing slowed as I focused on the scrape of her nails along my scalp as she parted a new section to add to the braid. “I know ‘braiding each other’s hair’ is a stereotype for women, but damn does this feel good.” I could practically hear Helene smiling behind me. “I make Tyron do this for me every now and again.” “Really?” It was hard to imagine the big, gruff, bearded Alpha o