Semua Bab The Lycan King's Regret: Bab 11 - Bab 19

(Seven years later) Tonight, for the first time in years, I let my little sister convince me to get out of the palace and have a little fun. The word tastes bitter in my mouth when I think of how little I deserve to have it. Not after what I did to protect the woman I love. After seven years, I have no right to think about her. Yet, every single day for the last seven years, I have thought of little else. I told my council that I didn’t find my mate that night. The lie has been eating me alive every fucking day since. I can never forget the way she looked that night. From the moment I laid eyes on her, in the flesh and not a dream, I knew in my heart that she would be my ruin. She ruined me with those glittering emerald eyes. She brought me to my knees with her sweetness. What did I do to her in return? I fucking banished her. I forced her away from everything and everyone she had ever known, and I did it in a cruel and unforgivable way. If I could take it all back and never

I follow Mathieu into a private room. Luc is going crazy in my mind. He is pissed that another man has laid claim to our mate. Syndra bares my mark on her neck. She is my queen. I may have done things I shouldn’t have to protect her, but it doesn’t change the facts. I banished her, but I didn’t reject her. “So, the great Marcel Deveraux is my Syndra’s mate.” Mathieu says as he turns to face me. I take a calming breath and fortify the wall in my mind to block Luc from taking over and beating the ever-loving shit out of the man before me. “Yes, I am her mate. I am sure she told you she had one and what happened between us.” Mathieu sits, then steeples his fingers as he just stares at me. He knows what happened and is letting me wonder how much he knows. I hate when people let you hang when they know something. I do it all the time with my council, and I am sure it drives them crazy too. “I know what you are doing.” Mathieu drops his hands and crosses his legs. “What am I doin

I hated leaving Syndra behind in France, but Aimee wanted to go home, and I couldn’t explain the situation I found myself in. My sister only knows what I let the rest of the kingdom know. I found my mate, and she was killed. My sister is an intelligent woman, but she is still so young, and I don’t want her involved in this. There is no need to tell her the truth until we find the assholes behind the threats. So, I caved to her temper tantrum and flew home earlier than planned. Now, a few days after I left my mate in Paris, I am pacing the small private airport lobby waiting for Mathieu’s jet to land. I hate the fact that Syndra is with him right now. Even though I know there is nothing between them, Luc is driving me insane with his jealousy. Syndra’s brother Remi is pacing in front of the doorway. When I lied and told him how I found his sister and that she would be coming home for a visit with her second chance mate, I felt guilty. He deserves to know the truth about what I did.

My father is standing behind his desk with a ledger in his hands and a shocked, yet pained, expression on his face. I can’t move. His silver eyes are glittering with unshed tears, and I am rooted in place. “Syndra?” His voice is the same, yet so much else has changed. His dark brown hair is now sprinkled with gray. There are more worry lines on his face than there used to be. He also looks thinner than I have ever seen him before. My father has always been a large, muscular man. “Syndra, ma 'tite fille, is that really you?” At the simple little phrase, my feet finally move, and I am in my father’s arms. The second his arms wrap around me, I am sobbing and clinging to him like my life depends on it. The sense of coming home that I felt with Remi is nothing compared to what I feel with having my father hold me just like he did when I was his little girl. “Papa...” I sob. “Shhh, there now, Syndra, papa’s got you.” I am so lost in my father’s embrace that I don’t sense Remi enter

The house my parents are now living in is bigger than I expected. Remi said that Marcel gave it to them as part of my father accepting the position on the king’s council. The house looks like a small mansion, and that isn’t what I expected from Marcel at all. A short woman with grey hair is standing on the front stairs, waiting for us when Remi pulls into the driveway. Her hands are in her apron pocket. Her hair is coming out of the updo she had it in, and she looks frazzled. Remi parks his car, and papa is the first to get out. He helps me out of the back and then the three of us walk toward her. Opal’s eyes move from papa to Remi, and then they land on me, and she frowns. “Mister Remi didn’t say you would be having guests. I didn’t prepare a room for her.” “Opal, this is my daughter, Syndra.” Papa introduces me. “Oh my, this is Syndra? Please forgive me, sir. I can have a room prepared in just a few minutes. Oh, Miss Lisette will be so happy.” I glance up at Papa’s face and