Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 92- Fight For Him

Jasmine’s pov:

The Queen went completely still. For a moment, she simply stared at me, as though she couldn’t quite believe what she’d heard. Then I realized it wasn’t my threat that had shocked her. It was the fact that I had called her by her name.

I had known this woman almost my entire life, and never once had I addressed her without a title. Judging by the disbelief spreading across her face, she couldn’t remember the last time anyone else had dared to do so.

My fingers loosened around her throat. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Jasmine..." A warning entered her voice, but it disappeared almost immediately. Her features softened, and she attempted the same soothing smile she had probably used on her kids a thousand times. "Sweetheart, you’re upset. I understand. What Lucien did was wrong, and I won’t defend him. But you know how stubborn he can be. Give me some time. I’ll... I’ll speak to him."

"Stop."

She either didn’t hear the warning in my voice or chose to ignore it. "We’ll fix this. Your mother and I have already—"

"I said stop!" My shout echoed through the room. I could feel my pulse pounding against my temples. She was talking about fixing things as though Lucien had missed a family dinner.

"I don’t know what kind of game you and my mother are playing," I forced each word through my teeth, "but I won’t let either of you destroy my life."

The Queen sucked in a breath when my grip tightened. "Ja... Jasmine, y... you’re hurting me."

I looked down at my hand, my knuckles almost white from the force of my grip. I knew I should release her. She was my Queen, Lucien’s mother. But all I could hear were those whispers from the hall.

My eyes burned all over again. "Good," I whispered, looking back at her. "Because I’m fucking hurting too."

"Jasmine! What are you doing?" I whipped my head around and found my mother standing in the doorway. I hadn’t even heard the door open. Her gaze traveled from the Queen’s face to my hand grabbing her throat, and alarm flashed across her features.

"Theodora just wanted to talk to you, Jasmine. Leave her!"

A bitter laugh escaped me; I could feel my wolf coming forward. Of course that was what my mother cared about. Her first instinct was to defend her precious friend.

"That’s all you two ever seem to do, isn’t it?" I asked, looking between them. "Talk. Plan. Make decisions about other people’s lives and then tell yourselves you know what’s best for everyone. You two assured me that he would come around this engagement."

"Jasmine. Sweetheart... please leave her. Let her go..." Mom pleaded.

"I trusted you two!" My voice cracked, and I hated myself for it. The anger was becoming harder to hold on to, and I could already feel tears threatening again.

"Hurting Theodora isn’t going to undo any of it. Let her go, sweetheart. Please." She approached slowly and wrapped her fingers around my wrist. I resisted instinctively, but then my fingers loosened.

Mother gently pulled my hand away and immediately stepped between us, bowing her head before looking at the queen apologetically. "Theodora, please go. Let me talk to her." The queen, who was coughing, shook her head.

"Both of you get out," I sneered, but my Mom didn’t move.

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