Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: 44- Step-Mother

Lucien Toussaint:

Arabella. Arabella. Arabella.

What was she? Who was she? A witch?

What kind of magical spell was she putting on me? I never showed this friendly side of mine to anyone. Not even to Bradley, who was my childhood friend.

Was it the mate bond?

There was this strange desire to make her like me, not to fear me. But to...

But to...

"Love you?" Zorro asked me in a teasing tone, but I refused to dwell on that possibility.

Nah! Zorro was delusional. Love was nothing, I was feeling all this because we didn’t get a chance to consummate our bond. Once it was out of my system, everything would be back to normal.

"Who are you kidding, man?" Zorro asked me in a smug tone, "You just challenged her that you would make her fall for you."

"I got carried away," I snapped, but Zorro didn’t seem convinced. Today he was whistling in my head, and after ages I could feel his happiness.

"Lilith?" I called her through the mindlink.

"I’m already in your office, Lucien."

Taking long strides, I headed to my office. Goddess... I was already missing Arabella. She hadn’t realized it yet, but she had started arguing with me, and it was a good sign.

The mark I gave her had started doing its job.

The moment I stepped into the palace corridor, a familiar voice called after me, "My King... Lucien!"

I looked over my shoulder and found the royal head warrior Jasmine walking toward me in her black combat uniform. Her blonde hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, and the sword strapped to her side swayed lightly with each step.

Her face reminded me of my conversation with Amy. Jasmine was a young, beautiful woman who was quite ambitious, but none of that ever attracted me.

My family had been considering her as my future queen, and I never objected. But that was before I found Arabella.

She fell into pace beside me, "I’ve increased the patrols around the eastern border," she reported professionally, "The warriors are rotating every four hours now," She placed her hand on my arm, trying to make it seem casual.

I knew better. It was anything but casual.

"Good," I nodded.

"And we’ve questioned the guards who were on duty during the rogue attack."

"Results?"

"Nothing substantial yet."

I nodded again, "Then keep digging."

She stole a brief glance at me before continuing, "The council is asking whether tomorrow’s meeting should proceed as planned."

"It will."

"Understood."

She wasn’t a fool not to understand that I wasn’t interested in engaging in any kind of talk with her. For someone who had known me for years, Jasmine could usually read my moods.

For some reason, today she didn’t want to take the hint.

The word slave struck a nerve, but I didn’t lose my temper. After all, I was responsible for it, and I was supposed to make things right for Arabella.

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