Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: 67- Offer To Help

Arabella Toussaint

The way his hands moved over my body and the way my body pressed against his so perfectly. It almost felt like we were made for each other. For the first time in years, someone had held me as though I mattered.

"Call me Lucien, Buttercup."

He was a king, yet he wanted me to call him by his name. No! That was not possible. During the kiss, Jasmine’s face suddenly popped into my mind, and it felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me.

Did he say those things to her too? Did he hold her like that? Did he call her buttercup or sweetheart? Or was I just another woman he was using to make her jealous?

It felt so wrong. He wasn’t mine. He chose Jasmine, yet he also wanted to taste more women. And I was just another conquest. The thought left an ache in my chest.

It had been two days, and since then I had tried to stay out of his way. It wasn’t that difficult. He had been returning to his chambers long after I had fallen asleep, and every morning, he was already gone before I opened my eyes.

The only proof that he had slept beside me was waking up in the middle of the night to find his arms wrapped around me.

Just yesterday, Lilith told me, "I think he’s busy gathering evidence to prove your innocence."

To prove my innocence? But why? It was useless. I would always be called a slave.

Proving my innocence would only make leaving this palace harder. I needed to get out of here soon. This time I would remember to keep a water bottle with me. Food could wait.

I also needed to deal with the guards who were posted on every exit gate. Maybe I needed to come up with something innocent. An excuse to get out of the palace. Any excuse— like a simple walk outside the palace. If I was lucky, I’d buy myself enough time before Lucien used the mark to track me down.

Lilith was busy collecting rare herbs for my treatment. She was waiting for them to be delivered so that she could remove the spell that was cast on me by my pack.

After helping Helena with chopping the vegetables, I was walking back from the kitchen, lost in my thoughts. Halfway through the royal garden, my steps slowed.

Jasmine was sitting alone on one of the bench swings. Her eyes were fixed on her lap, seemingly lost in thought. My heart went out to her.

Poor girl! She looked broken. She didn’t even notice me.

"Hello!" I said while sitting beside her on the swing. She jumped, clearly not expecting anyone. The surprise on her face quickly turned into embarrassment. She immediately got to her feet.

"My Lady..." She lowered her head, "I didn’t see you."

I smiled softly and patted the place beside me, "Please. Sit. I don’t bite."

A weak smile appeared on her lips before she slowly sat down again. For a few moments, neither of us spoke.

Then finally I broke the silence, "How are you?"

She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, "Alive," she chuckled after answering me. I shook my head because that was not what I asked.

If she thought I would be happy seeing her like this, she was mistaken.

I held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "You’re a good person, Jasmine." And I meant every word.

Her mate was letting another woman share his bed and punished her for harming his mistress. No matter how attracted I was to him, this was wrong on so many levels.

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