Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: 95- King’s Food

Arabella Toussaint:

The moment we entered the main café area, conversations around us began to fade. People turned to look, followed by a wave of hushed murmurs.

"Oh, God. Who is he?"

"Have you seen his eyes?"

"Good God. He’s fucking hot." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Wait... is that Aria? YaRa’s owner?"

Someone whispered Lucien’s name, and that seemed to start another round of excited voices, but I stopped listening. None of it mattered.

I kept my arms loosely around Lucien’s shoulders and stared ahead until he carried me through the entrance. Several black cars were parked outside, surrounded by more suited men. One of them opened the rear door as soon as we approached. Lucien lowered me onto the back seat without a word.

Then he walked around the car and slid in beside me. I turned toward the window and found Maya, Toby and Tessa standing near the café entrance, waiting to see me off. My gaze settled on Maya, and suddenly, I wasn’t sitting inside this expensive car anymore.

I had traveled back to when I was eighteen again. Terrified. Alone. Leaving Blackthorn Pack with no idea what waited for me in the royal palace. No one from my family or my pack had come to say goodbye except Maya. She had stood there watching me leave then, just as she was standing outside the café watching me leave now.

My throat tightened. Three years ago, I had been too frightened to understand anything. I escaped palace life and started to build something new for myself. And Maya had been there for all of it.

I pressed my lips together when they began to tremble and raised my hand to the window. The tears I’d been holding back finally slipped silently down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away. I just kept looking at my friends for as long as I could, until the car began to move and the people I loved slowly disappeared behind me.

***

I sniffed quietly and wiped the last traces of tears from beneath my eyes. When I was sure I wasn’t about to start crying again, I stole a glance at the man sitting beside me. Lucien wasn’t looking at me.

He had turned toward the window, watching the city pass by with one arm resting against the door. The silence between us gave me enough courage to study him properly. His hair was long enough for the black strands to brush the back of his neck now. Somehow, the slightly untamed look suited him.

My gaze traveled lower and stopped at the expensive watch around his wrist. The same watch I noticed on Jasmine’s social media account. My stomach did a strange little flip when I thought of Jasmine. How would I explain this to her?

Then I noticed a small Bluetooth device tucked against his ear. That was new. Apparently, His Majesty had discovered technology while I’d been gone.

The thought almost made me smile, but I quickly pressed my lips together and turned toward my own window before he caught me staring.

He seemed... different. No smile. No greeting. No teasing. Was he mad at me? Well, he wasn’t the only one who had changed in the last three years. Look at me! Even I wasn’t that frightened girl anymore.

But what was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he talking to me?

At least, scold me. Curse me. Say something, for Goddess’s sake. Anything is better than this silence.

"Call me Lucien," the memory surfaced out of nowhere, making my heart clench.

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