Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: 17- To Kill My Lycan

Lucien Volkov:

The punching bag swung violently after another punch landed against it. I could feel my sweat dripping down my neck as I vented my frustration on it.

The gym door suddenly opened, but I didn’t stop. Bradley walked in and stood there for a moment watching me.

I ignored him and watched the bag swinging back as I slammed my fists into it. Eventually, he sighed, "The council meeting is three days away. The alphas have already arrived at the capital."

My only response to him was a grunt.

"Lucien. We still need to finalize the security. Rogues usually like attacking on such occasions."

When I didn’t answer him, he suddenly went quiet. I knew this silence, and I was aware of what he would ask next. After all, he was my Beta for a reason.

His eyes narrowed as the realization dawned on his face, "Your Lycan isn’t with you. Not a good sign, Lucien."

The chain above the bag rattled violently when my next punch landed harder than intended, "Yeah. It isn’t," I said in a clipped voice.

Bradley was still staring at me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I knew my damn beast wasn’t with me. Zorro had vanished the moment I let my guard down.

The fucking beast must be lurking somewhere near that slave’s room. Probably staring at her from a distance like some fucking obsessed idiot. A low growl echoed inside my head.

"I heard that, Lucien!" I clenched my jaw when I heard Zorro’s voice in my head. I was right. He was with her.

"She is not her, Lucien. She’s our mate..."

"Is Zorro following that slave around?" Bradley crossed his arms on his chest.

"Unfortunately," I shrugged.

Calling that girl a slave was okay with me unless someone else wasn’t doing it. Hearing Brad actually say the word didn’t sit well with me.

Her presence kept my Lycan calm, and I couldn’t keep him chained to me all the time. I finally stepped away from the punching bag and grabbed a towel from a nearby bench. Bradley watched me silently as I wiped the sweat from my face and neck.

"You know this isn’t normal. Right?" he said, his gaze drifting to the torn punching bag hanging from its chain.

"Neither is having a wolfless mate," I snapped. Bradley seemed to wince and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I wasn’t talking about the bond, Lucien. You don’t hate her because she is wolfless, and we both know that."

I threw the towel aside and pulled a black shirt over my head.

Bradley pushed himself away from the wall, "Lucien. Your Lycan would rather spend time with her than with you. We both know this is dangerous," he paused before continuing, "A mateless Lycan King. And now his beast isn’t with him," he stopped in front of me, "You need to take Zorro on the same page or we might face a big loss, my king," he bowed in respect, "This might attract more rogues. If the people inside the palace realize that Zorro is wandering through the corridors, soon the rumors won’t stay inside these walls for long."

I didn’t react and kept staring at the wall. Bradley placed his hand on my arm, "Sooner or later, those rumors will reach the neighboring packs."

My jaw tightened. The bastard had a point.

***

We left the royal quarters and followed Zorro’s scent to track him down. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Wait until I get my hands on him," I muttered.

We were passing through the main hall when a familiar voice stopped me, "Lucien!"

I turned and found my mother standing near a large window overlooking the courtyard.

"Mother," I headed to her and held her shoulders, "You haven’t slept yet."

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