Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 6- The Hatred

Lucien Volkov:

"Where is she? Why isn’t she here?" My mother cried in frustration. The entire palace had loved Anika, and now they couldn’t wait to see the Toussaint girl get punished, cry, and beg for mercy.

Aliya hugged our mother as she looked at me with tear-filled eyes, "Lucien. She was supposed to arrive last night, but she still hasn’t shown up. Why don’t you send someone to look for her? I hope she hasn’t run away."

I sat there quietly, listening to their panic. They didn’t know that I had asked the royal chauffeur to return without her. However, Zorro wasn’t back, and I could sense silence from his side.

My beast never behaved in such a way.

I clenched my jaw when I realized that Zorro was smitten by her. But I wasn’t. Zorro might have forgotten Anika, but I couldn’t.

"The girl is here!" Someone announced from outside. My family rushed towards the palace entrance.

I got up lazily and followed them outside until I heard their gasps.

"What is going on?" Aliya spoke in confusion. My mother covered her mouth with both hands.

Zorro was carrying the girl in his arms and was walking slowly to the palace gates. Instead of looking ahead, his eyes remained fixed on her face.

"She isn’t sleeping. She fainted!" Zorro snapped in my head.

"What happened to your beast?" My mother whispered as she stepped beside me, "I’ve never seen this kind of softness on his face before. You need to control him."

Control him?

My beast wasn’t just a normal Lycan. He was a royal as much as me.

My mother was right. Zorro was the most ruthless beast in the kingdom. Mercy wasn’t a word he understood.

The only thing he knew was how to tear enemies apart mercilessly.

Yet, here he was carrying a spoiled princess as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

The sight made my blood boil.

Once he reached the palace gates, I sent him a mindlink, "Put her down, Zorro," I said coldly, "You did your job. Now let me do mine."

For a moment, he seemed hesitant, but then he nodded reluctantly and lowered her to the ground with surprising gentleness, "Beware, Lucien. She’s weak," he warned.

Weak? My ass!

I ignored him and closed my eyes to allow him to return to my body.

The girl stirred, and a small frown appeared on her face before she pushed herself up, holding her head.

Maybe Zorro was right. She looked terrible. Her dress was torn, and one shoe was missing. Her black hair was tangled as though she hadn’t brushed it in days.

Good. She deserved to suffer.

My dead sister’s face flashed through my mind.

Victor Toussaint didn’t just kill her. He made her suffer first. He broke her piece by piece until there was nothing left of the innocent girl I once knew.

The unexpected rage clawed at my chest. How was I supposed to forgive that?

The girl looked around, maybe realizing where she was. She pushed herself to her feet and swayed slightly before taking a cautious step towards us.

"Stop right there!" My voice broke through the silence like a whip.

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