All Chapters of The Lycan King's Rejected Daughter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KEENA Sylvia left my room what feels like hours ago or maybe it has only been a few minutes. There is no window in my room. I do not know if it is day or night. All I know is that I need to find a way to get home to Ward. My heart aches without him by my side. I walk towards the only door in my room and quietly test the handle. It is locked. Just as I am about to turn my back on the door, there is a sharp knock on the door. It causes me to jump where I stand. I move halfway across the room before I call out for them to enter. The door to my room swings open and a small witch in blue robes walks in with a robe draped over her arms and a black gown in the other. She bows slightly to me before she walks in. "Princess," her voice is small and meek. "The High Priestess thought that you like to use the facilities before your meeting." "Where is Sylvia," I ask curiously. The little witch screws up her face at the mention of Sylvia. "She is indisposed. If you will

WARD I look down at the woman that is lying lifeless on the ground. Her head is twisted at an odd angle and her eyes are still opened wide in shock. "What do you mean I killed the wrong witch?" I try to growl at Sylvia but without my lycan it sounds a lot less intimidating. "I am telling you that I cannot leave this cell without the aid of someone that is actually in the coven," Sylvia spits at me. "Can't you bring her back to life or something?" I say looking at the dead witch on the floor. "No I can't bring her back to life," Sylvia screams. "I am barely eighteen. I just came into my powers. I don't know what I am doing." "You... you are barely eighteen?" I laugh sarcastically. "I am going to kill my mother when I leave this place." "Your mother loves you more than you know," Sylvia snaps at me and I just glare in her direction. "You don't know anything about my mother," I say angrily. "If you did you wouldn't have put yourself in this position." Bendin

WARD We stand outside of the marble door and the scent of roses encompasses my senses and I know that my mate is in there. I run towards the door and try to push it open with my shoulder but a cold shock ripples through my body and throws me backwards. Shaking my head, I try to regain my wits before I stand back on my feet and try to barrel through the door again. Once again the cold shock knocks me backwards. "What are you doing?" Sylvia asks me with a weird look on her face. "I can smell her," I say angrily. "My mate is in there." Sylvia and her mother exchange an odd look with one another. Sylvia's mother raises her hand to the door and mumbles something under her breath. The phases of the moon glow brightly and the marble of the door melts away. Behind the marble is a tiny wooden door that looks like it is being held together by magic only. The wood is splintered and cracked. Before I have a chance to barrel through the wooden door, Sylvia's mother stands in fro

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KEENA The scent of peppermint soothes me as I wake up, but I stretch my arms to the side and Ward isn't there. I am hugging his pillow and I know that he put it between my arms so I wouldn't know that he is missing. I let out a little huff of frustration as I get to my feet. I was hoping to spend some much needed alone time with him this morning. Looking down at myself I see that I am still in the light blue robes from the coven. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep in them. Stripping the robes from my body and tossing them in the trash where they belong, I quickly put on my favorite pair of sweats and go looking for my mate. As I leave my bedroom, the smell of peppermint leads me straight to my father's office. I raise my hand to knock on the door but the sound of loud voices coming from within stops me. With my senses now heightened because of the appearance of my lycan, I don't even need to lean my head against the door to hear the conversation that is coming fr