The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

BLAZE

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I clenched my fists until my knuckles almost cracked, dying to go in there and land a few hard spanks on that huge ass that had me losing my damn mind.

“Or fuck her until she gets over being mad! Didn’t you say that parchment would make her crave more of our power?” Soul roared, frustrated.

I turned on my heel and went to obey my blessed mate’s orders.

“That’s what that damned Estingia told me. She also said the exercise would help Isidora, but you know how twisted she is. She loves pulling strings,” I told him as I pushed open the door to my room and looked around, searching for the safest place to hide the secret ingredient and the valuable rhino horn.

“That horny old witch only thinks about drinking, smoking, and fucking those three men… ugh, who knows how old she is? Is she older than you?”

“Shut up, Soul!” Sometimes I wished the bastard had been born mute. Then I remembered I was close to losing him, and the thought went away.

I found the perfect place to hide the scale powder and the horn. I only left one small pouch out and took it with me when I left.

Out in the hallway, my eyes shifted toward her door. My ears could hear her inside, and her scent slipped through the cracks, but I held myself back and walked away, pissed as hell.

“I need to crush someone’s head.”

“I think we might get lucky,” I told Soul, never imagining that once I stepped out into the busy streets of this pack, hooded in my robe and following those men’s trail, I really would find an unexpected surprise.

I reached a darker, poorer part of the pack, nothing like the bright, prosperous life in the center.

Keeping to the shadows beneath the eaves, I reached a narrow alley where I heard groans and the heavy sound of blows landing.

When I looked into the dark mouth of the alley, my eyes took in the scene. The two big brutes I had intimidated and beaten that morning were now beating two other men and forcing them to their knees.

I moved forward, curious, thinking they had wiped their asses with my orders and gone right back to acting like thugs.

One of them saw me first.

“Boss, boss, you won’t believe what we found!” One of them came to me like a lapdog while the other kept the two men on their knees in the alley.

“Talk,” I growled, in a foul mood, as I lit a cigarillo I had bought on the way.

I hadn’t smoked in a long time, but fuck, I needed it.

“We saved Mr. LookWood. Since you told us to find out where he was, we discovered he had moved far from the LookWood house…”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s the unwanted son…”

“Hey, let me talk!”

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