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CHAPTER 15: The strange wolf

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REENA'S POV

The evening moonlight filtered through the narrow gaps of the wooden shutters. I lay on my bed and sighed heavily.

I had been locked in my room since yesterday, a punishment I'll say, decreed by the Lycan King himself.

Which was salt in the wound that he had inflicted, the spanking yesterday was painful and humiliating enough, and now this.

Well, I'm used to confinement, but why am I confined while Linda roams free? That's so unfair!

I propped myself up on the bed, wincing right away as my rear throbbed from the lingering pain of the punishment I had endured.

I need to get out of here, I thought. The notion consumed me, gnawing at my insides like a relentless beast.

Just then, Lyra entered with a tray of food. "Dinner's served!" she announced, and set the food on a table.

She came to the bed, “Your Highness, it's time to eat.”

"I'm not hungry," I said grumpily.

“You must be, you've refused your breakfast and lunch, and the king isn't happy about it.”

“You told
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