Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: 74- Never The Plan

Arabella Toussaint:

Standing at a distance, I watched the warriors train. My days had become strangely empty. I couldn’t go to the kitchen or Helena and her staff would get into trouble once I was out.

I couldn’t stop and chat with Omegas either, or Lucien would take out his rage on them once I was gone.

I let out a quiet sigh. It had been days since I’d seen my big furry friend. The huge Lycan who saved my life. He stayed beside me when I was at my lowest. He had shared my pain and somehow made me feel less alone.

A small smile tugged at my lips. I wanted to meet him before leaving this palace. I wished I could take him with me, but that was not possible. Now I knew he was someone important.

I wondered where he had gone.

My gaze lingered on the warriors as they trained when a familiar voice came from behind me, "Bored?"

I straightened and turned around with a smile pasted on my lips. The King stood a few steps away, his hands tucked inside his pockets.

He is so handsome! The thought came out of nowhere.

"Yes!" I admitted sheepishly. His face seemed to soften.

"Come on. Let me show you around," Before I could respond, he caught my hand and gently pulled me along.

"Don’t you have another meeting?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

He shrugged, "I did. But I told you I’d be free after this week. And now... my time belongs to you," His fingers tightened around mine.

My heartbeat stumbled, and I felt a knot forming in my stomach. The way he said those words.

But oh, Goddess. Wouldn’t that make escaping even harder?

I pushed the thought aside as we reached the middle of the training ground. Lucien kept me beside him as a warrior hurried over and bowed. His badge read Aron.

"Your Majesty."

Lucien gave a small nod, "How is the inspection of the eastern patrol coming along?"

"We’re almost done, Your Majesty."

"And the security report?" He asked the warrior, and I felt a little awkward because of the way he let his warriors see me standing beside him.

"Jasmine!" Aron glanced over his shoulder, calling the former head warrior.

My heartbeat accelerated at the mention of her name, but I didn’t want to let the king become suspicious.

Control, Arabella. Get a grip!

Jasmine strode towards us in the training uniform. She didn’t even spare me a glance. Her entire attention remained on the king, "Your Majesty!" She bowed.

Lucien’s thumb was now drawing slow circles at the back of my hand, "When can you submit the report on my desk?"

For the briefest moment her eyes lifted and met mine, "Tonight..." She then cleared her throat, "Tonight the report will be on your desk, My King."

Tonight.

The word echoed in my head. It was a message from Jasmine.

Who am I? Cinderella? And why is this dress even here?

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