The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 231

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I slammed my hand against the desk, unable to control the sudden burst of anger.

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“To protect you from yourself and from those obsessive feelings that will only destroy you,” she said, rising from her chair with a dark expression.

“Pack your things and go to the palace. Whether you decide to come back or not, this will always be your home, Isidora.”

“Wait, Legna. We’re not finished talking… Legna!”

“I’m finished.”

With a flick of her hand, the office doors flew open, and she walked out onto the balcony.

I tried to follow her, but a tall shadow stepped in front of me.

It was one of her slaves.

“Please, my lady, get some rest today. The Matriarch needs to rest too…”

He motioned toward the exit. As always, the black–haired one was the most diplomatic of the three.

I could feel the other two behind me. Of course I could take them. I could fight my way through, but it wouldn’t get me anywhere.

Legna wasn’t going to tell me the truth, but her behavior confirmed one thing.

My suspicions weren’t crazy.

I left the office frustrated and angry, but I spent the night packing everything I needed. If I ended up staying in the capital, I could always send for the rest of my belongings later. My Dream Powder business and the tonic for novice Estingias would continue here anyway. Legna kept my fortune safe, and I knew there was no safer place in the world for it than her vaults. My life was tied to the Estingia Pack, and people said an Estingia always returned to her roots. We left at dawn in one of the carriages with the other chosen Estingias.

The long line of carriages moved slowly across the open fields and along roads that wound between the trees, escorted by several warriors.

I pulled the curtain aside and looked through the small window. Against the light of dawn stood the tall tower that had once seemed so far beyond my reach.

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My wolfish pupils narrowed as I stared into the distance, and I knew Legna was standing on that balcony, watching me.

“Whether you like it or not, I’ll find out the truth. You had no right to deceive me like this… Legna.”

I lowered my gaze to the journal in my lap and remembered a detail I’d overlooked.

I’d focused so much on the parts where Valezka spoke directly about her troubled relationship with the Lycan King that I’d forgotten to read the entries about her daily life more carefully.

Details that had seemed unimportant before might now give me more clues.

While Elessia embroidered and talked nonstop about everything she’d heard about the capital, I opened the book that had become my new obsession.

I went through it again from the beginning, when Valezka wrote about her life as a novice and how she’d met the Lycan King near the winter castle where I’d found the journal.

It turned out to be one of the King’s hunting lodges. They later spent a lot of time there alone, and the place

years. had been abandoned over the

the passages were blurry, but by nightfall, I came across something interesting.

My eyes ached, and some of th

“…I finally found a way to fool my mate’s tortured mind. He’s refused to be intimate with me ever since his last fit of rage, when he nearly strangled me.

I miss him. Goddess, I miss him

so much lar

Then I remembered the potion my mentor used to brew, the one she loved using to make us miserable.

But she refused to help me. She’s determined to make me return to the Tower and stay away from the King…

Margot doesn’t understand me anymore, and I won’t go back to her.

I know she wants what’s best for me, but I won’t abandon my mate.

So I found out about her new young apprentice, that promising girl who shares her passion for rare plants. Though I admit I now regret not learning more about herbalism myself.

Winning her over was easy. All I had to do was look into those eyes filled with admiration and give her a few sincere compliments, and I had her in the palm of my hand.

Legna was going to be a prodigy, a very powerful Estingia. I had no doubt about that, and her magical brews. were every bit as good as my mentor’s.

The brew was incredibly difficult to make, and the plants were extremely rare, but it worked.

At the right time of day, I convinced my King to have tea with me.

A lycan couldn’t be fooled by an illusion for long, but for a few minutes, I had control over that entire world.

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