Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: 112- Isolde Smith

Arabella Toussaint:

My head felt strangely heavy when I opened my eyes.

For a few seconds, I stayed where I was, trying to understand why my entire body felt so exhausted. I had gone to bed early last night. In fact, I had barely made it to the bed before dropping onto it and falling asleep. So why did I feel like I hadn’t slept at all?

I slowly pushed myself up, holding my head as a dull ache throbbed behind my temples. It took me another few seconds to notice something was wrong. I wasn’t on my bed but was sitting on a tiled floor.

"What the—" I scrambled to my feet and looked around. A sink. A mirror. A shower behind a glass partition. It was a bathroom but definitely not mine. My pulse immediately picked up. "No. No, no, no... not again."

I turned in a circle, desperately searching for something familiar. There was nothing. This wasn’t the bathroom attached to my room. I had never even seen this place before.

What the hell was happening to me?

"Oh, Goddess." I pressed both hands against my face. "I’m going crazy." And who was I supposed to tell about this?

Voices suddenly came from somewhere outside the bathroom, making me freeze. Someone was out there.

I moved toward the door, taking every step cautiously even though I was beginning to suspect that whoever was on the other side wouldn’t be able to see me anyway. Was this really happening again?

I reached for the handle, and as expected, my fingers went straight through it. I stared at my hand. "Great," I whispered.

There was no point trying the handle again, so I cautiously leaned forward and pushed my head through the door. The sight on the other side made me stop.

Jasmine was standing in the room, and she wasn’t alone.

A woman paced in front of her, visibly furious. I recognized her almost immediately even though I had never met her in person. I had seen enough pictures of her on Jasmine’s Social media account to know exactly who she was.

Her mother. Isolde Smith.

But it was Jasmine who held my attention. She looked nothing like the composed woman I had spoken to yesterday. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks wet, and every few seconds she dragged the back of her hand across them as if she was angry at the tears for rolling down her cheeks in the first place.

Her mother seemed even angrier. "Enough, Jasmine." She stood in front of her daughter with her hands planted on her hips. "You were the head warrior of this kingdom. Soon you’ll be the future queen. Why don’t you start behaving like one?"

"I... I am trying."

"Try harder." Her mother caught her by the shoulders and gave her a firm shake. "I never slapped you when you were a child, but if that’s what it takes to bring you back to your senses, I swear I will do it now."

Jasmine pulled away from her and walked toward the window. She wrapped her arms around herself, taking a few shaky breaths before turning around.

"You think being a warrior makes me strong all the time?" Her voice cracked despite her effort to control it. "Believe me, Mom. I can walk onto a battlefield knowing I might not come back. None of that scares me."

Coming from her, it sounded too dramatic.

"Then what does?" Jasmine lowered her head for a moment. When she finally looked at her mother again, there was something almost helpless in her eyes.

"Losing him... losing Lucien."

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