The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Chapter 128

ISIDORA

Lucio hesitated for a second, his eyes shifting toward his mother, who stood near the table.

“Apologize, Mother. For insulting her,” he said in an “angry” voice.

Her expression changed completely, and then her eyes landed on me with murder written all over them.

“I… I’m sorry…” she forced out through clenched teeth before turning to leave.

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“Well, I don’t believe you’re sorry. You don’t look sincere at all.” I stood so suddenly that the chair legs scraped against the floor with a sharp screech.

I rounded the table and stopped in front of her, close to Efrain.

“Lady Isidora, my mother already said she was sorry.”

“And I said it didn’t sound sincere.” I looked at Lucio with cold eyes, and that was enough to shut him up.

“What else do you want? I already apologized.”

“Do it on your knees.”

“What?! Have you lost your mind?!” she roared, her claws coming out. “I’m not apologizing to a serv….”

Her little provocation unleashed all the rage she had been holding back.

At my command, the reddish mist spread with terrifying speed, taking the shape of claws that closed around her throat.

They cut off her words while she gasped and clawed at her own neck, where the claws of that red aura squeezed tighter and tighter.

“So what would you rather do? Apologize, or die right here?” I asked through my teeth, walking toward her as anger rushed through me and my eyes began to change.

If I couldn’t bring this simple woman to her knees today, then all my talk about becoming a feared and respected Estingia meant nothing.

She dropped to her knees with a dull thud, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water.

“That’s enough. Isidora! Let my mother go!” Lucio tried to move forward, but he stopped cold, and I knew exactly why.

Between him and me stood a massive barrier named Blaze.

“You have three seconds to apologize to me, you damn old woman. Your tongue isn’t so sharp now, is it?” I leaned down and dug my nails into her chin, forcing her head up.

The eyes that had been so defiant a moment ago were now full of panic and tears.

That was exactly how I wanted her. Her, her son, and anyone else who dared to insult me.

“I’m sorry…” The syllables scraped out of her with effort.

Her hands tried to grab at my dress, begging me for mercy, but I pushed her off in disgust.

Lucio crouched beside her, checking that she was still alive before lifting her into his arms.

His eyes, full of reproach, looked at me as if I had betrayed him.

“Control your people. I won’t tolerate one more insult, or she won’t survive the next one,” I told him, walking back to the table and sitting down calmly.

Blaze returned to his place, but no one spoke. The entire room seemed frozen.

Lucio kept his eyes fixed on me for a few seconds before leaving with his unconscious mother in his arms.

The servants trembled in their corner, pressed close to the walls, while I savored the feeling of controlling my power in this

new way.

“Sit down, Efrain, and stop shaking. I’m not going to eat you,” I said when I found him standing there like a statue, watching me with caution.

“I’m sorry. I’ll sit with you now.” He sat down awkwardly, but my eyes had already drifted toward the man in the corner across from me.

I could feel his golden gaze watching me, always watching me, and I brought a piece of steak to my mouth while devouring him with my eyes too, silently asking for praise.

“Look at me, Blaze, because I swear I’m going to make you proud. Because you’re going to fall in love with me a little more every second.-