Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: 22- Stardust

Arabella Toussaint:

For a moment, everything was blurry, and then my vision cleared as I found Alpha King seated beside my bed. He was holding my hand.

A sharp breath caught in my throat. No. My heart slammed against my chest.

No, no, no. I started shaking my head desperately.

Every time he came near me, something bad followed. A punishment. An insult. A brutal reminder of what I was and why I was there.

"No!" I shook my head harder. I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t control it.

His brows drew together, "Arabella."

A doctor stepped closer, "Miss Arabella. Easy. Nobody is going to hurt you."

The king was looking at me silently with a clenched jaw, and I knew he was angry. He must be. As a slave, I was using this pack’s medical resources.

But my breathing was only getting worse. The king shifted forward slightly, and that was all it took. A frightened scream tore from my throat. I quickly scrambled backward, trying to get away from him.

"Miss Arabella... please stop," the doctor warned me, but I wasn’t listening and fell from the bed. The room tilted, but I quickly pushed myself up on my knees. I knew my place. No feet. Only knees. I was not allowed to stand.

Before anyone could reach me, my hands shot forward, grabbing the Alpha King’s leg, "I’m sorry," I choked on my tears that were blurring my vision. The same words kept spilling out repeatedly.

"I’m sorry. Please forgive me, your highness. I’m sorry... it won’t happen again."

All my life, these were the only words that worked like magic. They always kept me safe.

"Please," My fingers tightened around his trousers as I cried in desperation, "I’m sorry... it wasn’t intentional. That man... he grabbed my ... ass..." I hiccupped, "Please forgive me... don’t be angry. It wasn’t my mistake. I didn’t invite him."

I was waiting for his hands, ready to grab me and drag me across the pack grounds. But nothing happened.

For a moment, I stopped crying. What happened? Won’t he punish me?

Slowly, he lowered himself until he was crouching before me, "Arabella," he said softly. Was it my imagination?

How can he...

I stared at him in confusion and squeezed my eyes. When Vanessa used to be so gentle, it only meant she would hit me right on my face. I knew them better than anyone else.

I tightly squeezed my eyes, waiting for the blow.

Instead, his fingers lightly touched my cheek, and his rough thumb brushed away the tears from my face as if... as if he was scared to touch me, "Arabella..." his voice sounded strangely hoarse, "Look at me."

No, I couldn’t.

"I’m not going to hit you," his voice had dropped to a whisper, "Did someone... try to touch you..." Something dangerous flashed across his eyes just for an instant before disappearing...like he was restraining his beast or his anger.

But I didn’t answer him. What was the use when I would be the one facing consequences?

"No... just forget about it... I ... must have imagined it..." The words coming out of my mouth slurred. I could hardly keep my eyes open. My eyelids felt too heavy.

Goddess. I was getting drowsy.

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