The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 199

The Castle’s Secret

The Castle’s Secret

BLAZE

I’d fucked everything up, and all at once, the madness cleared from my head.

“Isid…”

“Don’t you dare say my fucking name,” she ground out.

Her red eyes burned with rage, and the look in them gutted me.

“I’m your mistress, and if you ever do anything like that again… I’ll leave you for good.”

The whole world collapsed around me.

“I swear, slave, I’ll get rid of you so you can finally fuck off wherever the hell it is you want to go.”

Every word was a knife sinking into my chest.

She yanked her skirt back down with trembling hands. I tried to step closer, but she backed away.

When she looked up again, I was terrified I’d see disgust in her eyes.

But Isidora was only furious with me. More furious than she’d ever been.

What had I done?

I’d acted just like the bastard who took her virginity.

“I didn’t want anyone touching you… I…” I couldn’t even force the damn words out.

Around her, I turned into an immature little boy.

“Whatever I do or don’t do with other men is none of your business. You chose to be nothing but my slave instead of my man, so now deal with the consequences.”

She gathered the skirt of her gown and walked past me, slamming her shoulder into mine.

I didn’t move, but it felt like she’d struck me with all her strength.

Soul roared at me not to let her leave like that, but what the hell could I say to fix this?

Møre sex? More seduction and empty words?

Or would I freeze again the next time she confessed her love, only to turn my face away?

“Don’t come into my room. You’ll stay in the room assigned to Elessia until I tell you otherwise.”

1 stayed where I was, my back to her as she walked away, my fists clenched until they hurt, my head hanging low.

My madness was already destroying the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me.

My gaze dropped to my cock, still hanging out of my open fly, still dripping cum, slick with her scent and her juices.

A twisted smile pulled at my mouth as something feral crept into my eyes.

“The most pathetic Lycan alive.” A cold laugh crawled out of my throat.

Soul paced frantically inside me.

“Go apologize to her! Explain that we lost control!”

“I’m not explaining a damn thing! It’s better if she finally hates me. Then maybe she won’t even notice when I’m gone!”

I shoved my cock back into my pants with rough, angry movements and climbed down from that hidden gallery while the darkness closed tighter around me.

Without my mate to cling to, the only light in my life, I was falling faster.

“Come get me, you fucking wolves! Stop circling me like I’m a piece of meat!”

I roared at the silhouettes watching me from among the trees surrounding the castle.

When I reached the spot where my mate had been flirting with that Alpha, I looked toward the path she’d taken.

She had gone back to her room.

My foot started after her.

The desperate need to chase her was eating m

edmyself to run toward the forest.

Successfully unlocked!

Toward the ghosts stalking me.

I’m sorry, my love. Forgive me for being a selfish bastard who can’t stop loving you. Who can’t bear the thought of you in

The Castle’s Secret

another man’s arms when I know damn well I’m the one who’s going to make you cry >

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ISIDORA

IDIOTI

I screamed as I drove my sword into the straw dummy again and again.

I was furious, my hair a complete mess, huffing like a madwoman as I fought with a training dummy I’d named Blaze.

“You fucking brute!”

I roared, swinging my arm with so much force that one savage slash tore the poor little man apart.

Then I heard the wooden pillar behind him crack.

“Damn it…”

I had to throw myself aside when it crashed to the floor, sending sawdust flying through the air.

The entire training room shuddered after losing one of its supports.

My eyes widened as I stared at how thick the broken pillar was. Then my gaze dropped to Sonya.

I hadn’t even activated her with my Estingia power.

With a defeated sigh, I let myself fall onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

Having sex with Blaze hadn’t hurt, despite how rough he’d been.

My body responded to him even when I was furious.

What hurt was the way he’d treated me.

Like some common whore who went around flirting with every male she saw.

Like a traitor who had cheated on him.

“Fucking bipolar asshole.”

I threw one arm over my eyes. My dress had torn at the shoulders.

I’d needed to burn off some of my rage, so I grabbed my sword and stormed into the first training room I found.

My throat kept tightening, and the pain in my chest was becoming unbearable.

Frustration and sadness were choking me.

He was playing with me. He was doing exactly what Lucio had done.

He didn’t want me as his mate, but he couldn’t stand anyone else touching the pussy he used whenever he needed to blow off steam.

And I kept giving in. Over and over again.

Giving him chance after chance, believing that if I gave him more of myself, he would eventually open up and take me seriously.

A bitter laugh slipped from my mouth.

“You’re still the same lovesick idiot you’ve always been. Fat or thin, some things never change…”

I didn’t want to cry anymore, so I squeezed my eyes shut and angrily wiped away the few tears that had slipped out.

I would go back to my room, change, and take a long bath.

But the moment I stood, a vibration shot through the sword and up my arm.

I looked down at Sonya, and a sudden sense of urgency swept over me.

Her aura was churning.

She trembled in my hand, giving off the same dark energy I’d felt when I first found her.

“What is it?” I asked, as though she could answer me.

I fed a little of my Estingia energy into her and watched the red power fuse perfectly with the metal, forming runes along the hilt that I had never seen before.

An idea slipped into my mind.

My sword was trying to lead me somewhere hidden inside the castle.

Her power was reacting to something concealed here… And I was going to find out what it was.

A Mysterious Journal

A Mysterious Journal

ISIDORA

Fcould almost hear a voice calling to me inside my head.

It felt as if a thread of energy were pulling me forward… no, not me.

My sword.

With everyone at the ball, nearly all the corridors in that enormous castle were empty.

1 made my way through shadowed hallways and climbed a narrow, half-hidden staircase that led to a locked door

I wrapped my hand around the rusted iron handle and pushed.

Nothing. It was locked tight.

Standing alone in that passage, staring at the oppressive little black door, the whole thing was starting to feel a little creepy.

I was about to give up when Sonya began vibrating harder. The blade was giving off so much heat that I could barely breathe.

“What’s wrong with you now?” I muttered, bringing her closer to the door.

The moment the blade struck the wooden handle, the door slowly creaked open, as if touched by some dark, unsettling

magic.

Every hair on my body stood on end.

Still, I stepped into the dark room beyond it.

My pupils narrowed. Even without my wolf, I could make out the small reading room.

An old fireplace stood against one wall, with two large armchairs facing it. Several bookcases lined the others, all buried beneath a thick layer of dust.

I coughed when the disturbed particles swirled into the air.

Then the door slammed shut behind me, trapping me inside the abandoned room.

My heart pounded, but my curiosity was stronger

I walked around the room and examined a few old papers scattered across a small desk.

Then I passed in front of the tall bookcases.

The dust and cobwebs covering them were so thick it was obvious no one had entered this place in years.

The room seemed completely unimportant.

But Sonya had a will of her own, and before long, she unlocked another secret for me.

The books didn’t tell me much.

I pulled out a few at random, but they were only romance novels and stories about werewolves and the realm.

Then a carving on one of the wooden supports caught my attention.

I ran my fingers over the indentation before looking at the pommel of my sword.

The unusual shape at the end of Sonya’s hilt matched the mark carved into the wood perfectly.

I trusted my instincts.

The moment I pressed that part of Sonya into the bookcase, she vibrated violently, urging me to turn her as if she were the key to a treasure chest.

I heard a click.

Then a hidden mechanism groaned to life, slowly shifting the heavy bookcase aside.

I stepped back, alert, and hissed when Sonya’s red-hot blade brushed my skin and burned me.

What the hell was happening here?

I looked at the dark, claustrophobic passage that had opened in front of me, then back at the room I would be leaving

behind.

It was now or never.

Successfully unlocked!

I had always been too curious for my own good, su stepped in the secret passage and followed wherever the spirit of my sword was leading me.

A Atystehoue Jovana!

The smell of damp stone, age, and stale air filled my nose at once, making me wrinkle it

Worse, I hadn’t taken more than two steps when the passage sealed shut behind me.

“Fuck…” I muttered, turning around and trying to force the door open.

Nothing

I couldn’t find another indentation where Sonya might fit as a key.

There was only one thing left to do.

Keep going.

“Haven’t you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat? Damn it, Isidora…”

I huffed and continued forward.

The rocky passage twisted for a while, then opened into another small chamber after several minutes of cautious walking.

There was only a desk in the center of the room, with a chair behind it.

Some kind of skylight above them let in a faint, unnatural glow.

Every place I entered was stranger than the last.

My gaze traveled over the stone walls, which were covered with unusual tapestries.

The same beast appeared in every one of them… A Lycan.

I stopped in front of one tapestry in particular.

The creature stared straight ahead with red, predatory eyes, its jaws spread wide.

It was terrifying, and it wasn’t even real.

There was no doubt about it. This was him.

The mate of Sonya’s former owner.

The beast I’d seen during the trial to claim my weapon, the one connected to that pregnant blonde.

There was so much mystery surrounding them, but something about that Lycan… felt familiar.

I finally walked over to the desk in the center of the room.

I sat in the padded chair, facing all those tapestries hanging from the walls.

I placed Sonya beside me and spent several minutes lost in thought until the sword rolled off the desk and struck the floor with a sound that made me jump.

I leaned down to pick her up and noticed a small cabinet beneath the desk, with a single drawer.

I pulled it open, expecting to find another lock.

There wasn’t one.

Inside lay a single book with a smooth leather cover.

Careful not to damage it, I opened the book and stared at the elegant handwriting on the first page.

“Journal of Valezka Ashborne.”

The surname Ashborne immediately triggered something in my memory.

Hadn’t Blaze been called Ashborne in that beautiful dream where we were married and even had a baby girl?

Why would I invent a surname I had never heard before?

That whole fantasy was supposed to have been built from fragments of memory.

So if I hadn’t made it up… Where had it come from?

My curiosity was growing by the second.

I carefully turned several yellowed pages, though the journal had been preserved remarkably well.

I was almost certain now.

This journal had belonged to Sonya’s former owner.

The woman who had chased after that beast again and again, risking her life every time.

Just skimming the pages, I saw the word Lycan jump out at me several times.

I wanted to know it all.

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