Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: 24- What The Fu*ck!

Lucien Volkov:

The way she cried, holding my leg, did something to my heart. She was a slave, and she knew her place, yet all I wanted to do was take her fragile body in my arms and claim it.

"She was weak... and emotional, but I didn’t see any wound marks around her neck," the pack doctor said after examining her reports, "Following your orders, we discharged her and sent her with Helena."

My gaze shifted to my beta, who was already looking at me. He sent me a mindlink, "Lucien. I know you want to take her to your quarters, but for that, you’ll need a very valid reason. The queen will expect an explanation."

I ran a hand through my hair. The irony.

I couldn’t take my mate to my room, nor could I announce to the world that she was my mate.

"Why not?" Zorro tried to push forward, "Fuck all of them. She is our mate, and that’s enough."

But my rational side knew that this wasn’t enough. I needed to prove her innocence first because if she was involved in my sister’s murder, then I would have to reject her.

My beast growled in protest, but for now, I needed to ignore him. Sharing a bed with my sister’s murderer wasn’t an option for me. No matter how attracted my beast was to her, I had a duty to fulfill.

***

I looked up and found Bradley standing in the doorway of my office.

"All settled, Beta?" I asked him, moving my attention back to the document on my desk. Goddess knew why, but I couldn’t read a single word since returning from the hospital.

The slave... Arabella had been sent back to the Omega quarters, and now I hoped she was getting sufficient rest.

"Don’t worry," he came inside and took the seat opposite mine, "I’ve asked Helena to assign another Omega to stay close to her... someone who can take care of her."

Poor Bradley. He was in a difficult position. He didn’t know what to call Arabella. He couldn’t call her a slave when he knew she was mated to me. Nor could he call her a queen because that required my approval.

"Have you sent someone to the Blackthorn pack?" I asked him, pushing the file away.

"I did, but couldn’t receive any information yet," he shrugged, "Blackthorn pack is busy preparing for the next Alpha’s mating ceremony."

I nodded and rose from my seat, walking toward the window.

"What about her duties, My King?" I heard Bradley behind me, "Once she recovers, Her Highness will expect her to return to outdoor duties."

I didn’t turn around, "Put those duties on hold, Brad," I murmured, looking outside, "And for Goddess’ sake, call her Arabella."

"Yeah. Sure, man," he paused for a moment and then spoke again, "Should I go to her and ask her about ... the man who bullied her and..."

I shook my head, "No need. I’ll handle that myself," If Brad was surprised, he didn’t let it show, "Just make sure she doesn’t perform any outdoor duties. Make her stay around my family. I think she’ll be safest there."

"Sure, my king," I tilted my head and found him bowing.

Arabella remained on my mind even when Bradley left my office. The documents I was reading were only words that had stopped making sense to me.

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