Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: 69- Freedom

Arabella Toussaint:

They all were looking at me as if I had dragged mud into the room. Amy cleared her throat and signaled a nearby maid, who held Zara and walked out.

Aliya got up from her seat and turned towards the door. The man who was holding my hand only a second ago vanished. His smile disappeared.

"Come back!" His voice turned cold enough to freeze the room.

Aliya stopped but didn’t turn around to face us.

"I said..." He spoke slowly, each word sharper than the last, "come back right this minute."

The room fell silent. When she, at last, turned around, I saw disbelief and hurt on her face. For a while she didn’t move from her place.

"Brother..." She whispered, her one hand pressed against her chest, "You never talked to me like this."

Lucien didn’t answer, "I know. Come back to the table."

She still didn’t move and stood there like a stubborn Lycan, "You’re doing it because of her? Is she more important to you?"

Nobody spoke, and I found it quite dramatic when the Queen dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.

"You don’t need to leave the table, Aliya," Lucien didn’t soften and kept his tone firm, "It’s against manners."

The Queen decided to get to her feet, "And it’s against manners to bring a slave to the Royal table, Lucien."

My stomach twisted. This morning, I was so happy and now... this.

"Mother..." He hissed, "Stop calling her a fucking slave. I’m not humiliating anyone. It’s you who can’t keep it shut."

I wanted to run from here. Why did Lucien bring me to a room that belonged to his family?

"Look at your sister, Lucien!" The Queen let out a bitter laugh, "You made her cry. How many times are you going to choose her over your family? Mark my words. One day she will..."

"Enough!" Lucien roared, "Fine! If you aren’t ready to give her some basic respect, then please leave. All of you!"

I wanted to tell him quietly that it was okay. He didn’t need to go against his family because of me. Nobody had ever stood up for me, and I didn’t want anyone to do it now.

He might be a king, but I was about to leave him behind. Soon!

I slowly took a step back, "I’ll... I’ll leave."

Before I could turn around, warm fingers closed around my hand, "Stay..." his voice suddenly turned gentle, then he looked at me, "Don’t go."

Every instinct was telling me to run because I didn’t belong here.

His family left the hall one by one until we were alone with Omegas standing around the huge dining table.

"Come on," He pulled a chair for me with a smile, "You must be hungry."

My heart was still beating wildly inside my chest. He not only took a stand for me but asked his family members to leave.

He didn’t choose them. He chose me.

Me!

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