Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: 85- Humiliation

Jasmine Smith

Three years later:

"Oh, Jasmine, look at this embroidery." The queen ran her fingers over the delicate work on the sleeve of my engagement dress before stepping back to admire it again.

"It’s beautiful," She breathed. "The moment I saw it, I knew this was the one."

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Beautiful was an understatement.

The dress hugged my body perfectly before falling elegantly around my legs. The tiny stones sewn into the fabric caught the light whenever I moved.

My mother appeared behind me in the mirror, and I instantly noticed how her blue eyes were shining.

"My beautiful daughter..." She slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me against her side before pressing a loving kiss to my bare shoulder, "Look at you."

"Mom!" I rolled my eyes to hide the embarrassment while Queen Theodora laughed along with her.

"What?" Mom chuckled, "Let me have my moment too."

Queen Theodora came to stand beside me, "Leave her alone. You’re making my head warrior blush."

"Head warrior?" Mom chuckled, "Not anymore. She’ll be the queen."

Something warm fluttered inside my chest. Queen. How would it sound?

Queen Jasmine.

Oh, Goddess. I can’t believe it. I need to post it on my social media handles. I tried not to react, but the queen caught it immediately.

"Look at her. Her face has turned crimson," She nudged my mother.

"Your Highness!" I finally gave up pretending and giggled. I was still smiling when a soft knock interrupted us.

"Come in," The queen called.

The door opened, and a young maid entered, trying to balance a tray that had tea and some snacks.

"Your Majesty." She bowed before glancing at me. "Lady Jasmine."

Lady Jasmine. And soon it would be Your Highness. My Queen.

"Anything else, Your Majesty," The maid had placed the tray on the center table. The queen dismissed her with a wave of her hand and turned to me.

"One week," she murmured behind me, and I met her gaze through the mirror.

"One week," I repeated dreamily.

A seamstress appeared at the door of the changing room and waited for me so she could help me out of the dress. I carefully lifted my skirt and followed her inside.

Once the dress was safely hanging away, I stood in front of the mirror in my slip and stared at my reflection.

Whenever he took me to the pack meetings as his soon-to-be mate, he always stayed attentive and caring. But he never even tried to kiss me. Not even on my cheek.

Everything will fall into place once you two get married. My mother had told me once, and I had blushed. How did she know what I was thinking?

One week and I would finally be engaged to Lucien. Would things finally change between us after that?

Lucien had always kept a certain distance. There were always unseen boundaries he never crossed.

Oh...

What is wrong with you? You’re acting like a teenager, Jasmine Smith!

Soon-to-be Mrs. Volkov!

Goddess. Get yourself together, Jasmine.

"My favorite sister-in-law!" She wrapped her arms around me before I could protest. I laughed and hugged her back, "I’m your only sister-in-law."

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