The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 205

A Treacherous Slave

A Treacherous Slave

-NARRATOR

When he turned around, Marion almost backed away.

An aura poured from the mate, so powerful it was impossible not to feel, but her arousal overpowered her caution.

She kept moving until she was almost pressed against him, and her wolf lifted her nose to breathe in his wild scent.

“Mmmnnn… I love the way this male smells. He’s powerful, so powerful…. I want to mate with him.”

“Tell me, why are you so angry?” Marion asked, an easy smile curving her lips as her hands pushed against his broad chest.

The slave’s back struck the column, and she didn’t waste any time.

Her hand slid down his taut stomach, seconds away from closing around the cock she was dying to take.

It had to still be dripping with semen after fucking that bitch.

“Or did she leave you unsatisfied? can give you what Isidora can’t…. You’re nothing but a slave she uses, but with me….

She was about to grab his entire package when the silent male moved so fapt that she didn’t even have time to react.

A low moan slipped from her when he seized her wrist in a punishing grip.

Their bodies were almost touching as he lowered his face, wearing an expression that made Marion tremble.

She thought that if he hadn’t been wearing that muzzle, he would’ve sunk his teeth deep into her… and she wouldn’t have

minded all that much.

“Leave before you die right here and now….” he said in a low, wolfish tone.

His golden eyes narrowed as he studied her lust-clouded face.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Marion went rigid with alarm.

She barely had time to tear free from Blaze’s grip, spin around, and leap aside.

An explosion thundered through the quiet hall, leaving a crater where she had been standing only a second earlier.

A dangerous redhead, consumed by rage, stormed across the room with murder in her eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing touching what belongs to me?!”/Isidora roared as her red aura lashed out at Marion like a whip.

The Light Estingia reacted immediately, defending herself with her own aura.

Silver energy slammed into scarlet, sending deep cracks racing across the walls and floor.

Before the haze cleared, Marion threw up both hands, magic surging through them as she blocked the sword aimed straight at her neck.

The attack came fast, and it was meant to kill.

The black blade shattered her hastily formed barrier and sank into her flesh, tearing open a deep wound that made her scream through clenched teeth.

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As though everything had slowed down, Marion watched Isidora’s face emerge from the red mist.

She looked like a she-wolf at war, her pupils glowing red and her hair lifting in electrified waves.

Marion managed to evade her sword again and again. She was a powerful warrior too.

Her own wolf pushed its aura outward, trying to crush Isidora beneath it, but it was like slamming into a wall of steel.

How could Isidora have that much endurance when Marion couldn’t even sense her animal side awakening?

The small hall dissolved into chaos.

Furniture shattered under the force of their battle, and one moment of carelessness earned Marion a kick that sent her flying into one of the columns.

“Aaugh!” She clutched her chest and coughed up blood.

At this rate, with no weapon in her hand, she would have to use her greatest advantage.

Her own wolf.

“Stop wasting time! She’s coming straight at us!”

At her wolf’s warning roar, Marion raised her head and saw nothing but death.

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A red wolf formed from mist seemed to tower above Isidora, roaring at Marion with unrestrained fury. the woman she had once despised now terrified her.

Isidora charged toward her with that dernonic sword in her hand, and Marion could already see its point piercing her chest.

There wasn’t enough time to shift. Damn it! Once again, she had underestimated that woman.

“Killing outside the arena is forbidden!” she roared, although it sounded pathetic even to her own ears.

She was dead.

But before the steel reached her, a shadow fell over her and a broad back blocked her from view.

Blood suddenly sprayed across her face, burning as though it were red-hot.

“Aah!” This time, Marion truly screamed, wiping the blood from her face.

Her frantic eyes locked on the male who had saved her and the sword that had punched clean through his shoulder. Isidora felt the blade sink through flesh too, and the instant she realized she had wounded Blaze, all her fury went ice-cold.

Only to flare back to life a second later.

“Why did you save her? Have you already decided you want a new mistress? She looked at Blaze in a way she never had before, and pain began spreading through her chest.

Was he really willing to betray her?

Blaze didn’t even flinch, although blood continued pouring from his wound.

“More Estingias are coming. If you kill her, they’ll punish you… and you won’t be allowed into the royal palace,” he told her calmly, as though it should’ve been obvious.

“You’re letting your temper do the thinking for you.”

Isidora wanted to curse him.

Her breathing came fast, and she gripped the handle of her sword so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

In an instant, her cruel expression became cold.

“You’re right. After all, that’s what I learned from you… how to be an arrogant bastard whenever I feel like it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she viciously ripped the sword out of his shoulder, even though she felt terrible inside for wounding him.

Still, Isidora had learned not to let anyone see that much vulnerability.

She could already hear the other women approaching.

“Go into your real owner’s room,” she ordered Blaze in a commanding tone she had never used with him before.

His golden eyes held hers without wavering. Then he obeyed, not even seeming concerned about his wound.

Isidora turned to face Marion again, but Marion was no longer looking at her the same way.

Something between them had changed.

“If I ever see you within three feet of my man again… I’ll kill you like the bitch you are, no matter the Consequences.”

Marion didn’t answer. She couldn’t speak. She still couldn’t process the terror Isidora’s attack had left inside her.

How had she become so powerful so quickly?

Marion was still asking herself that question as the Dark Estingia walked back toward her room.

“It has to be because of that male. They draw their power from their slaves, and he… he’s unlike anything I’ve ever known….

And he had saved her.

He had faced that terrifying sword without a trace of fear for her sake.

Had he really done it only to protect Isidora from punishment? Or had he wanted to save Marion?

Marion’s expression changed, filling with a mixture of envy, hatred, resentment, and greed.

“We’ll see who kills whom, you stupid latrine scrubber….”

She clutched her torso, where she could feel several broken ribs, and walked toward her door, now half destroyed by the waves of energy.

This had taught her a lesson she had already learned once, and this time, she wouldn’t forget it.

She could no longer afford to underestimate Isidora.

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sidora entered the darkened bedroom, lit only by moonlight streaming through the tall windows.

Blaze stood waiting for her. She threw her sword onto the floor and strade toward him, radiating dominance.

“Come.”

He moved toward her one slow step at a time until his body blocked the moonlight and cast her face into shadow.

When he stopped in front of her, she had to tilt her head back to meet those liquid-gold eyes that followed her obsessively

wherever she went.

“Kneel before your mistress… now.”

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