The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183

ISIDORA

“I didn’t steal anything. That money is mine,” I said without flinching.

Her gray eyes bored into mine, and yes, I had to admit it. The difference in power had weight.

She was even a few inches taller than me.

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Still, after having to face a seriously intimidating slave who, back then, could’ve strangled me in my sleep, an a boss who threatened to throw me out every five seconds only to turn out to be the most powerful Estingia i this fortress… I could handle her challenge just fine.

“Your fellow Estingia says otherwise,” she said, pointing at Zara, who gave me a smug little nod.

“Who here doesn’t know she used to be a servant from the lowest class?”

“You damn harpy!” Karla roared, sick of so many provocations, but I looked at Zara with a calm that made her back

up far more than Karla’s shout had.

I could feel my pupils shifting with the animal part of me.

“See… see how dangerous she is… because of her, Estingia Arlene was murdered. You should expel her… her slave is a threat too.”

Zara was throwing accusations left and right.

I only stared at that higher–ranking Estingia with my chin up, and she watched me without giving Zara a second glance.

Somehow, I felt like she was measuring my reaction.

“Dangerous,” she repeated all of a sudden, and a chilling laugh slipped from her lips. “I really want to know how dangerous she is…”

Then her smile twisted into a sneer.

“Lady Isidora, this woman just called you a thief, a starving nobody, and a latrine scrubber. I wonder… what are you going to do about it?”

Her mocking tone carried something dangerous underneath. Zara suddenly tensed, looking at her with distrust, then at me.

“Easy. She wants to check where I got the coins.”

I took one of the heavy bags from Elessia’s hands. She was boiling with rage.

I walked toward Zara, whose expression, by then, sat somewhere between fear and threat.

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“Here… find proof that I stole these coins, and you’d better find it, because if you don’t…” My mouth twiste into a dangerous smile. “I hope you’re ready for what comes after insulting me like that.”

“I… I only told the truth. There are rules here, and you…”

“Check the damn bag already!”

I took another step forward, the bag stretched out toward her. My fingers trembled from the weight and fro the rage. Scarlet magic vibrated in the air.

“No. That has to be checked by the highest–ranking Estingia. I’m not touching your stolen coins. I’m not… АААННН!”

Her scream of pain tangled with the heavy, dull sound of the bag full of gold smashing into her face with all my strength.

The leather pouch burst open, and the coins crashed across the floor at the same time Zara’s body collapsed onto the stone slabs.

Her hoarse scream broke into a strangled sob as she lifted her hand, and terror spread across her ruined face.

Even I had to fight the urge to look away. But I watched her.

All that desperation. That crying that came out raw and awful and broken.

I’d hit her so hard that the coins now scattered all over the floor had dislocated one side of her jaw.

She stared at me, screaming, saliva running down from her open mouth because she couldn’t close it.

I knew how much that hurt.

I knew because, after all the beatings I’d taken, it had happened to me once.

I took a step toward her, but she dragged herself back across the floor, crying, her face swelling fast, blood dripping from the wound the blow had opened at her temple, and that filthy mouth of hers still hanging

open.

“The next time you mess with me, I’ll rip your tongue out. This is only a warning, Zara.” My voice carried through the whole hallway, where a few warriors had stopped because of the commotion.

“If I even hear you mention my name or my friends‘ names, if your servants mess with my squire, anything at all…” I took another step. “You won’t be able to sleep in peace ever again, or leave these walls. The moment you step outside…”

I left it hanging, but the message was clear.

I felt my hair crackling, my Estingia magic spreading out to crush her. To dominate her.

I lifted my defiant gaze to the women nearby, and some of them lowered their heads and left.

Other Full Moon Estingias looked at me with clear interest and respect.

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That was the only language spoken here.

Strength.

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