Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: 103- Can’t Move

Arabella Toussaint:

Poison? What was he talking about? Was he implying that I poisoned him?

For a moment, I simply stared at Lucien, trying to understand what he was accusing me of. Had he gone nuts?

"Nothing about you makes sense anymore," I whispered before I could stop myself. "Whatever you said didn’t..." He didn’t let me finish as his voice cut straight through mine. "Dismissed, Miss Toussaint."

I blinked in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"You can leave now."

"You asked me to give you a detailed report, and now you’re ..." I stopped when his golden eyes met mine, and the warning in them was unmistakable.

Lucien didn’t need to raise his voice or repeat himself. The cold look he gave me made it perfectly clear that if I continued pushing him, being dismissed might become the least of my problems.

I pursed my lips tightly and gave him a curt nod. Shoving my chair back, I let its legs scrape loudly against the floor as I got up.

Maybe I was being petty. Did I care? Absolutely not. I marched toward the door without so much as a goodbye and slammed it behind me.

Let him punish me if he wanted for slamming the door. At least now His Majesty knew I was fucking angry too.

I was still fuming as I made my way down the corridor when I spotted Beta Bradley ahead, speaking to a man dressed in a warrior’s uniform. The insignia on his uniform made me assume he was someone important, probably one of the head warriors.

I needed to talk to Bradley, but whatever they were discussing clearly wasn’t meant for my ears. I stopped several feet away and waited, folding my arms while I tried not to replay Lucien’s words.

Why was he acting so weird? He brought me here, asked me to take the case, and then wanted me to report every fucking thing about the case. Yet he didn’t like it when I wanted to talk.

Bradley eventually noticed me. A smile crossed his face before he said something quietly to the warrior and dismissed him. The man nodded respectfully and walked away.

"Yes?" Bradley asked as I approached him.

"Can we talk?" I asked while looking around. He studied my face for a moment, probably noticing that I looked ready to murder someone, but thankfully didn’t ask. Instead, he glanced at the time on his phone.

"Can it wait until dinner? I’m heading out soon."

I paused for a minute to look at him. "Dinner?"

"At the warrior’s café, Arabella," he laughed as soon as he saw my face.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Beta Bradley. I know."

"See you later, Arabella." He stepped back with a nod, and I headed back toward the guest building.

***

By evening, Bradley and I were sitting in the corner of the warrior’s café not too far from the palace. I’d changed into a loose white T-shirt and black cargo pants, finally wearing something that felt more like me after spending the last few days surrounded by palace walls.

Our table was crowded with food—grilled chicken sandwiches, a plate of loaded fries between us, and two bowls of creamy chicken pasta. Bradley seemed perfectly relaxed as he ate, while I had been waiting for the right moment to ask him what had been bothering me all afternoon.

I had barely touched my sandwich, my mind too occupied with everything.

"The King said something about poison today." I pushed a fry around my plate. "He asked me about the crime of poisoning someone. He was talking about me, Bradley. What the hell did he mean?"

Bradley swallowed and reached for his sandwich. "It had nothing to do with you running away. His Majesty found out how they abused you when you were living there." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

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