Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: 15- You Saved My Life

Arabella Toussaint:

Helena followed me inside my room and knelt beside me as soon as I sat on the edge of my bed. She placed a small jar of ointment nearby, "Hold still."

I immediately caught her wrist, not letting her move, "It’s okay, Helena," I tried to smile, "I can take care of it."

My cheek was throbbing, and it must be swollen by now.

Helena drew her brows together and tried saying something, but I shook my head, "I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me."

The words died on her lips as she nodded, pursing her lips. She freed her wrist and placed the ointment bottle beside me.

"Don’t worry," I added, looking at her worried face, "I’m used to it."

Dipping my fingers into the ointment, I carefully applied it to the swelling cheek, but the sting made me wince.

Helena had gotten up, but now she was standing near the door, watching me.

"Is there any other task for me?" I asked with a smile. After all, I was a mere slave who wasn’t allowed to tend to her wounds.

She shook her head in hesitation and sighed, "You... you don’t have a wolf, do you, Arabella?"

A faint smile met my lips as I started applying the cream to my fingers, "I thought you already knew, ma’am. No, I don’t."

The woman standing before me was not a stern head anymore, but a woman who didn’t want to make it obvious that she had a kind heart. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"it’s... just..." She rolled her lips between her teeth, "The night you were sent to the king’s chambers. I helped change your clothes."

My hand shook a little. Where was she going with this?

"There were old wounds on your back..." she trailed off. The smile disappeared from my face, but Helena didn’t stop, "Lots of them... like you’ve been abused before and..." The blood in my body seemed to run cold.

"Helena..."

Helena looked uncomfortable, "Even the weak wolves heal their humans. We all already know you’re wolfless. Rumors travel fast around here. But the marks on your body. Did your previous pack..."

Forgetting the ointment bottle on the bed, I stood up, "Helena," I held her by her shoulders, meeting her gaze directly, "Nobody should know about these scars... these wounds need to be a secret... please..." I pleaded.

I didn’t know what to tell her. If the king knew my previous family was abusive, he might reopen the case, and Victor would get stuck.

I didn’t want any kind of problems. Nor did I want to return to my pack. Getting hurt by people who were not related to me by blood was easier.

I forced a smile onto my face, "Please, Helena."

Helena stared at me for a long moment, then she slowly nodded, "Okay."

My shoulders finally relaxed. I turned around to cover the ointment bottle with the lid.

"Arabella," she said, holding the bottle from me, "From tomorrow onwards I might have to send you for outdoor duties as... as you know..." she stuttered, but I understood.

"Because the king doesn’t want to see me? Sure, Helena!" I made it easy for her.

When Helena left, I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes.

Men! They are all the same! They do something evil, then expect the women to pay for their sins.

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