Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: 28- Math

Lucien Volkov:

"What is wrong with you lately?" Mother demanded while pacing in my office. She spared me this morning because of my Beta’s presence, but now she didn’t want to let it go, "You don’t execute workers like this, Lucien. Do you intend to rule this kingdom through fear?"

I didn’t look up from the report in my hand. Her lectures had started getting to my head.

"Are you even listening, Lucien?" She placed her hands on my desk, "The entire palace is whispering. As a king, you can’t kill random people."

Interesting. Before today, she never took it that seriously. She was a cruel woman and enjoyed inflicting pain on Omegas. And today she was teaching me not to kill random people.

I placed the report on the desk and rose to my feet. Her voice faltered as I walked around the desk and stood directly in front of her. Maybe because she knew my body language better than anyone else.

"Lucien..."

"Mother," I cut her off, my voice dangerously quiet, "Among two of us... who is the king?"

Her lips parted, but nothing came out of them.

"Tell me, mother," I said silkily, "I’m waiting."

"Y...you... you are..."

"Good," I nodded at her and held her gaze for a moment before stepping around and returning to my desk, "Then maybe stop questioning my decisions for once."

Her nostrils flared in annoyance, "You think I’m questioning your authority?" she scoffed, "I’m only trying to stop you from turning this palace into a graveyard."

A humorless smile touched my lips, "No," I leaned back in my chair, "You’re making it sound like it was a mass murder. Stop panicking, mother. He was just a field supervisor. Anyone can fill his position."

For the first time, she looked confused. Maybe looking for appropriate words to convince me.

"Mother. I’m the king here, and that man was killed for a reason. Stop exaggerating it, please, and go back to attend to your palace duties."

I had rarely gotten rude to her, but today it seemed to be inevitable. Most men feared the queen, but unfortunately for her, I was the man who wore the crown.

***

Bradley was halfway through another report when my attention drifted away.

"... and the Northern Ridge Pack had agreed to send additional warriors for the council meeting..." he continued.

I stared at the document in front of me without reading a single word. The thought of my room surfaced again.

Damn it!

"Can we go back to my room?" I interrupted Brad, and my request was met by silence.

"What?"

I finally looked up and saw confusion and concern on his face.

"I know we are discussing official business, but I ... just need to go to my room... this tiredness..."

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