The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

BLAZE

“What?!” Soul roared, exactly the way I wanted to.

Absolutely not.

“Of cour…”

“My lady, that’s a bad idea,” I cut in, interrupting the idiot innkeeper before he could say yes.”

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“Why is it a bad idea?” She half-turned, one eyebrow raised, and I could honestly say she was pissed at me this time.

“I can’t protect you if I’m far from your room,” I said, lowering my voice as I tried to speak close to her ear, to use my scent and calm her down.

“I didn’t know I was in danger in this inn. Isn’t this supposed to be your safe place?” she asked the man, not even giving me a second look.

I turned my head and fixed my murderous stare on him.

“Uh? Of course… of course it’s very safe…” My aura turned even more predatory, pressing down on him until his wolf was close to whining. “Buuut… I’m sorry, my lady. Looking at it again, there’s no room in the servants’ quarters, and we’re actually quite full.”

“You just told me you had plenty of space,” she snapped, slapping her palm against the counter.

I was afraid she would take off her cloak and reveal she was an Estingia just to pressure him.

My pupils almost shifted into my wolf’s as I stared that man down, my canines already peeking out beneath my lip.

“I was wrong! But look, I’ll give you a discount. I can give you the attic. It’s the best double room I have available, and it has separate entrances.”

With a sigh, Isidora finally accepted, and the innkeeper, wiping sweat from his face, led us upstairs.

I followed her with my eyes fixed on her back.

“Damn it, we have to do something. She’s so cold… I don’t like her treating us like this. She hasn’t looked at us once!”

“She never looks at you, Soul,” I huffed, earning myself more growls and curses.

Fuck, even I wanted to go out and hit something.

Between the pain in my chest growing worse and the frustration of not being able to truly get close to my mate, this was killing me.

“This can be the room for your servant, and this one is yours,” the innkeeper said, opening two adjoining doors on the third floor.

From the outside, the inn looked like it only had two floors, but inside, they had taken advantage of the high ceilings and built two rooms into the attic.

I didn’t even look at mine. I walked straight into hers and checked that everything was fine.

A large, comfortable bed. A folding screen separating a bathtub big enough for both of us to touch each other all over while soaking in hot water.

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