The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

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When I crossed those doors, a dark mist wrapped around me, blocking my vision.

I pulled out a simple dagger I’d taken from the treasure in the cave. It was small, but the blade was very sharp/

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I held it in front of my face the way Blaze had taught me, alert to everything my other senses could catch. My sense of smel My hearing.

Then I heard a noise. A scream.

I followed it until the fog around me cleared, and suddenly there wasn’t only darkness anymore. I was running through a narrow alley.

The smell of blood hit me, along with a man’s roars of pain and the screams of a woman running straight toward me.

Yes, a blonde woman with her face twisted in panic, coming right at me, running from something.

“What’s happening? Are you trapped in here? Wait!” I shouted when I saw her throw herself toward my body.

I thought we were going to crash into each other, but she passed through me as if I were only a ghost.

My eyes went wide, unable to understand. I wanted to follow her, but the scream I heard again from the end of the alley made me run toward the small square.

Fear froze me in place when I saw the corpses, the dead and torn bodies scattered across the ground.

Arms, legs, heads, pieces of bodies spread out like game pieces. And in the middle of that slaughter, an enormous beast

roared as he broke a man’s neck.

He was a legendary, rare lycan, the most powerful transformation of our race, standing on two legs with his brown fur soaked in blood as he roared at the moon.

He threw the man aside, and then those red eyes fixed on the alley where I stood.

My soul froze inside my chest, trapped in fear, even more when I saw him run toward me.

1 spun on my heels and started running, lost, with no idea what any of this was.

Behind me, the thunder of the footsteps chasing me kept coming. And even though it seemed like an illusion, even though that woman had passed through me, I could feel it.

That lycan could kill me.

Then the illusion changed again and again. It was always a scene of death, of a man becoming a beast with no control.

But when he wasn’t a beast, he was a tender lover.

That blonde woman who had run away was his female, and she was pregnant.

It felt as if I were seeing memories from their life. Scattered fragments, all of them full of pain, until I reached the worst

one

Up on a lull, they were under the moon. She was sitting on a picnic blanket, waiting for him, looking excited and impatient.

she kept touching her stomach, as if she wanted to give him some kind of news.

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But I could sense the danger, because I looked between the trees and saw those red eyes again.

“Run! He lost control again!” I shouted at her.

But she couldn’t hear me, so I ran down the hill because the beast was already rushing toward her.

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