The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

ISIDORA

“Novice Estingia Warriors: Arlene, Morgan, and Isidora! Step forward and be recognized by your sisters!”

High above us, Mistress Obsidian, the woman with the eyepatch who ruled this fortress, called out to us.

The drums boomed through the vast chamber again. In front of us, there was no longer a dangerous path, only a stone walkway suspended over the dizzying abyss.

I glanced to my side, expecting to move forward with the others.

I thought I’d find the other girls there beside me, just like when we started, but my eyes went wide when I realized something.

We’d started with five… and only three of us were left. Actually… they’d only called three names.

They walked forward confidently, proudly, dressed just like me, but they didn’t even spare me a second look.

From the start, it was like they didn’t see me as their equal, even though I was an Estingia too.

Still, I followed them, once again swept into the fever of this closed-off place, with lights flickering all around us and the dangerous, intense auras of those women up above.

The walkway was wide enough for the three of us, but I always lagged behind, my head dipping a little.

That inferiority complex never really left me.

When we reached the end, a group of women stood off to one side, including the novices’ leader and other warriors like the one who had brought me here on my first day.

When my eyes met hers, she gave me a nod of recognition, and I gave her a faint smile.

She was one of the few people I knew here.

Even though she wasn’t an Estingia, and many of those warriors weren’t either, they were still powerful, brutally trained, and didn’t rely on innate power alone.

I’m pleased to see that this year we’ve still got three candidates left.”

Mistress Obsidian’s voice rang out as she descended the stairs from her high pedestal.

She walked with that regal, blade-sharp aura that made me tremble, then stopped in front of the three of us.

I wanted to look straight at her face, mature, a little severe, and still beautiful, yet I felt too intimidated.

My eyes dropped to her boots as she told us we were the only ones who had survived the first trial… and that it was nothing compared to what was waiting for us next.

If she was trying to encourage us… she was doing the exact opposite.

If I’d had any doubt about what happened to the other two girls, it became crystal clear… they died. And I could die at any moment too, now that I was on this path.

Suddenly, her boots stopped right in front of me, and my whole body went taut.

“Lift your head. An Estingia never bows her head to anyone.” Her hard voice rang out above me, and I raised my face to meet

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her, trying not to let her see my hands trembling.

“Thank you for… welcoming me…”

BUS

“I didn’t welcome you. You earned this. Don’t lower your head, don’t apologize, and only say thank you when it’s truly necessary. An Estingia owes nothing to anyone. She takes what she wants, and that’s it. Forget what you were, Lady Isidora, and remember what you felt when someone tried to touch what was yours.”

She raised a brow, and I knew she meant that instructor I’d struck with the whip.

1…” I opened my mouth to explain myself, to apologize for my outburst, but her brow furrowed, her expression hardenin and her words pounded through my mind.

I’d better learn the lessons.

“I’ll never forget it.” My answer seemed to please her, and she gave a slight nod.

I could see a flicker of curiosity floating in the back of her eyes.

“I like your wolf’s power. It’s different from the usual, and I like the exotic… I’ll be watching you, Lady Isidora.”

And with those words, she turned and sat on a beautiful throne they had lowered to this level.

Goddess, just looking at it made me ache too, and the expressions on those Estingias were pure, twisted delight

I definitely wasn’t made to be a sadist, and all I could think was, Where can I put it so it won’t hurt him as much?

Lady Isidora, your iron is cooling, and if the brand comes out wrong, it’ll be done again!”

The Mistress’s sharp voice made up my mind.

My eyes locked onto those golden, wolfish eyes.

“I’m sorry, Blaze,” I whispered the words in my mind as I lowered the scorching iron and pressed it to his left arm, just below the shoulder.

I stared right at his face. I thought he’d roar like the others, but the only thing that betrayed his pain was the creak of the leather muzzle as he clenched his teeth and bore it.

Smoke curled upward, carrying the smell of his flesh being marked like an animal.

The iron slipped from my hands and struck the floor with a sharp metallic clang.

I looked at the beautiful, cruel red flower burned into his skin with a mix of horror and awe.

The mark of my Estingia seal, the one he would carry until he died.

Blaze was mine, but a man as proud and fierce as he was would never forgive me for this.

My eyes lifted to his again, my breath coming fast, guilty tears glossing my eyes. It was as if time stopped between us.

He hated me, and I couldn’t blame him. This man would kill me if he ever got the chance.

If I managed to master my Estingia power quickly… would it be possible to give him his freedom?

I reached out before I could stop myself and placed my fingers over the spot where his heart was pounding hard.

I couldn’t tell him out loud, but I swore it in my soul.

I’ll take care of you as best as I can, Blaze. Please don’t hate me so much for everything I’m going to do to you in the future…

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