Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: 21- She Was Safe

Lucien Volkov:

The girl... that slave... my mate... Arabella Toussaint. She looked impossibly small in the hospital bed.

The burns around her neck stood out against her skin. For a long moment, I simply stood there. Watching.

"Go ahead," Zorro stirred in my head, "Heal her."

I rolled my eyes at his eagerness. "Can’t you think of something else?" I asked him.

"Why should I? She’s a gift from the Moon Goddess."

I chuckled at that. My beast expected me to lick her wounds. And right now, it didn’t sound like a bad idea. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Gradually, I moved closer to the bed. The same smell of croissants and lime. It wrapped around me instantly. I had spent days avoiding it, but it always followed me. It always found a way to enter my heart.

"She still isn’t proven innocent, Zorro!" I warned him, "No need to keep your hopes high."

"Then send someone to her pack where her family resides. We might learn something."

It was not a bad idea. We could definitely do that.

Our investigators told us that she was a spoiled Beta’s daughter and looked down on everyone around her. She was an entitled and arrogant brat and used her family’s status to get whatever she wanted.

I exhaled a heavy sigh, and for a second, my eyes drifted shut.

Mate.

I leaned forward and inhaled her scent to calm my nerves. Look at me!

Guilt settled heavily in my stomach as my gaze drooped to the angry marks around her neck. With a low growl, I bent down and brushed my tongue over one of the burns.

Warmth and pleasure exploded through the bond. It felt like a missing piece was sliding back into place. My wolf rumbled with approval. I frowned and did it again.

"Never had this idea that you’re so delicious, little one," I muttered to her sleeping figure.

"Now who is smitten!" Zorro tried to tease me, but I ignored him and continued doing my job. Right now, my first priority was to heal her.

She deserved a thorough investigation, and I wasn’t about to let my emotions cloud my judgment. Everything I had learned today contradicted the reports I had received about her. I kept licking her neck like crazy and ignored Zorro’s low chuckle.

"She called me a doggy for a reason!" He stated, and that made me freeze.

"She did what?" I whispered, my eyes still on her face.

However, Zorro didn’t respond. He must be busy watching her face. Once I was done tending to her wounds, I pulled back.

For several seconds, I remained there, staring at her sleeping face.

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