Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: 14- Freya

Arabella Toussaint:

No one bothered to tell me what had really happened. I was shoved back into my little room... the one reserved for slaves like me.

My medication was stopped. No fancy meals anymore.

And to top it all off, they placed an electric collar around my neck. Now I was no longer a murderer’s sister.

I was now an accomplice. His helper. An equal participant.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I splashed water on my face.

And to think my life was about to transform ... the king perhaps had seen me more than a slave... he might have fallen for me. I giggled, wiping the water off my face.

The memory of last night flashed through my mind. King Lucien had slammed me against the wall so hard that my vision blurred.

"You disgusting piece of shit. All this time, you were pretending to be innocent. You and your brother are the same."

"A snake hiding in the grass."

Even now, I could almost feel his hand wrapped around my throat.

I didn’t feel like crying. This was my fate now. I was already branded as the murderer of my mother.

And now I had another murder attached to my name. The Royal family’s most beloved daughter.

I climbed onto my small bunk and stared at the ceiling above me. Just a few hours of kindness and I already imagined myself as the king’s beloved.

Ha-ha.

How delusional I was!

A warm bed. A healer. And a few concerned words... and actions. And I had started imagining things.

My body shook with laughter as I covered my mouth.

The way he dragged me through the corridors, holding my hair. The Royals seemed to enjoy it. I didn’t miss the mocking smirk on the queen’s face.

And how Aliya was trying so hard to hide her laughter.

"Is there anything good for me in this world?" I whispered to the Moon Goddess in between my laughter, "If you hated me so much, why did you create me in the first place? Only to be played around?"

The room remained silent. Of course. The Moon Goddess never answered my questions.

"Do you really exist?" I asked her silently, trying to ignore the unexpected pain in my chest.

Then I rolled my eyes and grabbed a thin pillow, dropping it over my face, "Arabella Toussaint," I muttered, "Back to the slave mode. Over and out!"

With that, I squeezed my eyes shut.

I needed my sleep because tomorrow would be a long day. Not only tomorrow but every other day would be a test for me. One little blunder and I’d lose my life.

"Don’t worry," I whispered into the pillow, "Death will be better than this kind of filthy life."

With a faint smile, I closed my eyes, not knowing what the next day would bring.

***

They offered me a warm butter roll, a boiled egg, and a small cup of coffee for breakfast. I finished every last bite while listening to Helena, who was assigning duties to the omegas.

After announcing duties for laundry, kitchen, and the west corridor, her eyes stayed on me. The room went quiet when they realized it was my turn. They still took me for some princess who didn’t know how to do such chores.

"Arabella Toussaint."

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