The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

NARRATOR

That roar rattled through Isidora’s head while she was trapped halfway through the shift.

For the first time in her life, she felt the sensation she had only ever heard others talk about.

Long claws dug into the floor, and her nightgown tore open in several places.

Reddish fur spread over parts of her skin, and her face began to change as her pupils turned a wild red.

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That wolf’s distant call had awakened her inner wolf, but no matter how badly they both wanted to meet, Isidora still didn’t have the power she needed.

Too many years of malnutrition. Too many years without training, without any advantage, without any of the precious resources Estingians needed.

Panting and screaming, full of pain, she collapsed to the floor, sweating everywhere as she lost consciousness before her first attempt to fully release her animal side could kill her.

The red mist spread around her, but it grew weaker and weaker until it dissolved into the air.

Far away, a lycan on the verge of giving in to madness looked toward the inn on the riverbank.

His mate… his mate was in danger.

With thunderous steps, Soul ran back, ignoring the cursed shadow wolves snapping at his heels, stalking him between the tree trunks, trying to drive him out of his mind.

The madness seemed to turn the forest into something terrifying, and the moon above took on a reddish glow.

Every member of the pack, even those in the nearby lands around the Estingian Tower, froze in astonishment when they felt the presence of their Lycan King.

It lasted only an instant, but it was far too intense to ignore.

No one had felt the King in many years. He had shut himself away in his castle and allowed no visitors.

But if he was close… maybe this pack would be blessed by him.

Except that only unleashed more chaos in the Alpha’s house and among the Council of Elders.

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