Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: 42- Little Wolf

Arabella Toussaint:

"So... here we meet again," I tried looking into the darkness and froze when I saw the queen seated beside my bed, holding a knife.

She slowly trailed her finger along its sharp edge.

"You see? Whether you fall asleep or faint. I’ll always be here... waiting for you..." she said with a chuckle and then looked up to meet my gaze, "This time, my son won’t come to save you, slave. Do you know why?"

I managed to shake my head, which only seemed to amuse her, "Because he’s asleep too."

Goddess.

What kind of sick game was she playing? I needed to wake up. Now!

I tried to force my eyes open without letting her know. Just then, she decided to rise from her chair and leaned closer.

Harder.

I tried harder and then at last, I saw my surroundings through barely opened lids.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was someone holding my hand. King Lucien.

He had fallen asleep beside my bed. I looked at him with a frown.

Why was he even here? What was his next agenda?

I tried to slip my hand out of his, but his fingers tightened around mine. I went still.

Why was he doing this? Making me feel as though he cared... when I knew he didn’t.

My thoughts drifted to Lilith, who looked like a witch. Her appearance was enough to tell me who she was.

Then everything came rushing back. Her questions. My tears. I couldn’t even tell them that my pack Alpha had bound me.

Taking a quiet breath, I pulled my hand a little harder. This time, his eyelids fluttered open, and his golden eyes met mine, "You’re awake," his voice was still rough with sleep.

"I’m... sorry... I didn’t mean to wake you," I said, lowering my gaze.

He at last released my hand before rubbing the back of his neck, "You didn’t, princess," I was still recovering from the unexpected endearment when he shot the next question, "Hungry?"

I hesitated before giving him a tiny nod. Without another word, his eyes glazed back to mindlink someone.

***

He accompanied me while eating my meal. When we were done with our food, we heard a slight knock on the door.

Two elegantly dressed women entered, carrying measuring tapes, notebooks, and several rolls of fabric. I looked at them in confusion.

"They’re here to take your measurements. You need clothes, Ara."

The way he called me Ara did something to my heart. Maya was the one who used to call me that, and now I was missing her more than anything.

The women waited quietly, maybe waiting for my permission, but my mind wasn’t able to take all that in.

"I’m sorry, your highness," I bent my head in respect, "I thought I was supposed to be your slave."

He looked at me like I was a dumb student in his class, "So? Don’t slaves need clothes? Or are they supposed to parade around naked?"

His remark made my face heat up.

"Are you planning to wear my clothes once we go back, princess? Because doctors are planning to release you today. I won’t mind a naked slave in my chambers..."

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