The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

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Lucio was chained to the far wall of the cell, his arms stretched out, almost naked with his clothes torn to shreds around

him.

Horrible whip marks crossed his chest, his thighs, his legs, even his genitals and his face.

Stephanie had punished him in such a cruel, sadistic way that I never could have done it.

His head hung forward, his dirty, greasy hair soaked in blood and covering the eyes that had been hidden under a vulgar strip of cloth drenched in blood.

“Do you really think you’re getting out of here?” When Stephanie stopped laughing in that mocking way, she took a few steps toward him.

Lucio trembled and began to whimper like a coward. The spiked whip was still dripping his blood onto the stones.

“You heard conversations, and you know things, Lucio. You only had one mission. Just one… and you fucked it up…” She suddenly dropped the whip and grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back with brutal force.

“Nno… nno, please… I won’t talk… I won’t talk…” Tears mixed with blood and snot ran down the face of the man I had once idolized.

“Of course you won’t, because dead men… don’t talk.”

With those words, I witnessed something that left me stunned.

Stephanie stretched out one arm, and a silver flash snaked over her skin, something that looked like floral patterns.

It was her Estingia seal, reaching all the way to her fingers and curling around them, shining with force.

Stephanie’s nails turned into huge claws, growing without stopping, taking on the color of melted silver, like the hardest steel.

I felt the danger and the power coming from that attack, and Lucio, of course, felt it too.

He began struggling with whatever strength he had left, roaring and shouting insults mixed with crazed pleas.

But Stephanie drove her claws into his chest without mercy.

A howl suddenly tore out of Lucio’s ravaged throat, and his whole body shook hard.

Something came out of his body, rising above his head, and it had the shape of his wolf, like a translucent ghost howling in pain one last time as it slowly faded away.

His agony was almost palpable, and strange, ancient words moved over Stephanie’s lips.

By the time she pulled those murderous claws out of Lucio’s chest, she had left deep holes behind, and this time the blood ran down until it formed a small puddle beneath his feet.

The worst part was his face, twisted in pain.

He wasn’t healing. He wasn’t healing because he no longer had his wolf.

From Stephanie’s mocking words and what I had just witnessed, I understood that she had been able to sever the bond that tied him to his animal side.

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