Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: 38- Buns And Mango Smoothie

Arabella Toussaint:

I jolted awake on the hospital bed. My heart pounded wildly as my eyes darted around the room.

Zara! Where was she?

"Looking for my granddaughter, slave?"

The frosty voice turned my blood to ice. I turned my head and found the queen beside my bed, an ugly smile stretching across her face.

What was she doing here?

"Scared of me, slave?" She took a slow step closer, "Do you really think I don’t see what you’re trying to do?"

My lips trembled.

"My ... Q...Queen..."

"You’re trying to turn my son against me, right?" She said with a smirk, "Playing the helpless victim here? Huh?" Her smile grew colder, "Girls like you have been using such tricks for centuries."

"N...no, my queen," I started shaking my head, "I would never do..."

"Quiet!" she hissed, making me flinch. Before I could explain myself, her fingers wrapped around my wrist, causing pain to shoot through my arm. She squeezed harder until I whimpered.

"Last time I was here... you wanted to hit yourself so badly?" she whispered, "Remember?"

She dragged my hand towards my face, "Go on! Do it."

I tried to break free from her grip, but it only tightened, "No... I ... I don’t..."

She suddenly twisted my wrist, "Hit your face, slave."

Slap!

She forced my own palm to strike my cheek. My cheek stung.

"Ma’am... please..."

Another slap landed across my cheek. And then another. Followed by many more."

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I fought against her grip, "P... please..." I tried to push her, but she was far stronger than me.

Someone, please help me. Where is the king?

"What?" Her smile turned even more sinister, "Missing my son already? He can’t protect you forever, slave."

Through the ringing in my ears, I heard a familiar voice calling my name, "Arabella." The voice was soft.

"Wake up," Someone shook me gently. The queen froze as uncertainty crossed her face.

"Wake up, Arabella. It’s just a dream. Okay?"

The queen rolled her eyes up as though she could hear him, too. A chilling smile spread across her lips, "Oh. He’s here," she leaned closer to me, letting me feel her cold breath against my skin, "But don’t worry, slave... I’ll be back."

She suddenly yanked my wrist again, trying to force my hand toward my face. But this time, she couldn’t move it. I felt someone else’s fingers wrapping gently around my wrist.

The queen’s smile faltered as my wrist freed from her grasp and my eyes flew open. Was it a dream?

Like, come on. Your mother just scared me to shit in my dream, and all you care about is my natural hair color?

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