The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

ISIDORA

Before leaving the room, I looked back at Blaze, chained up like a pet.

“Walk around a little and get some sun on the terrace. I’ll be back soon,” I whispered with a sigh, and he only nodded.

I closed the door, hoping no one would come bother him.

“And then you say you’re not worried about him,” Elessia whispered with a mocking little smirk.

“He has no idea how lucky he is to have ended up with you. You can’t even imagine how novices treat their slaves. They say some of them go through slaves like panties, because they end up killing them while they suck their power dry.”

“Ssh, don’t talk about that…” I hissed, because we were already leaving my corridor and heading into the galleries, where anyone could overhear us.

Elessia stayed a few steps behind me, the way the rules required. She wasn’t my equal. Not in front of the warriors.

She kept guiding me in a low voice until we reached the huge dining hall, lined with long banquet tables where dozens of young she-wolves were talking.

Most of them weren’t Dark Estingias, but plenty had chosen the training methods of this fortress instead of joining the faction of the Light Estingias.

The hierarchy system in this pack was complicated, full of personal interests and private ambitions.

I felt that same old embarrassment twist inside me, the one that always hit whenever I had to face a crowd. A few people gave me curious looks, but most barely noticed me.

I was only a novice Estingia. I could still die before ever climbing to the higher ranks.

By chance, I spotted the warrior who had brought me here the first time, but she was sitting at a table surrounded by other warriors, and I felt too awkward to go near her.

So I sat in a quiet little corner and waited for Elessia to bring me some food from the serving area.

Luckily, no one came over to me. I wasn’t popular, I wasn’t powerful, and I didn’t have some rich Alpha father behind me.

Not far from me, there was a loud table. I recognized the two women who had gone through the trial with me, Arlene and Morgan.

They seemed to be sitting with higher-ranking Estingias, and when our eyes met, the contempt in Arlene’s was impossible to

miss.

She leaned over and whispered something to the woman beside her, and they all looked my way without even trying to hide

Heat rushed to my face when I saw them staring at me with mockery in their eyes, puffing out their cheeks as if they were fat.

I lowered my gaze to the wood grain on the table. I was used to the ridicule. As long as it stopped there, I didn’t care.

Only it never stopped there… They were never satisfied with crushing a person’s spirit… sooner or later, things always escalated into something worse.

The tray was set down in front of me, loaded with toast, bacon, eggs, juice, and some fruit.

Chapter 26

I gave Elessia a discreet little smile of thanks and started eating while she stood behind me.

She couldn’t sit at my table. She couldn’t cat with me. At least not in front of everyone else…

Even though the food didn’t want to go down, I forced myself to eat. I needed strength to keep going.

“Dora, the mission hall is over there,” Elessia whispered when we finally stepped out of that suffocating dining hall.

As long as I could help it, I’d eat in my room.

We turned through corridors lined with tall columns that held up the vaulted ceilings until we reached a huge hall built on different levels.

It was crowded with warriors and some Estingias with their slaves. But it was obvious those slaves weren’t fully docile. I could see it in their chains.

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I took a step back when one of them passed by, screaming at her slave to move.

She had a shackle locked around his neck and was making him crawl on all fours like a dog.

The dark-eyed man looked up at me, desperation carved deep into his face.

“Stop freezing every other second, you damned idiot. Move!” the Estingia snapped, cracking the whip in her hand across the

man’s face.

The low moan that left him was so weak it sounded like he was about to collapse.

When I looked down near my boots, there was a trail of blood across the floor, left by the skin torn open on his knees and hands.

I clenched my fist hard and stood there staring at a scene no one else even looked at, a scene no one cared about.

Then the woman noticed me and lifted her eyes at me in open challenge.

“My lady, look… look at the missions on that board,” Elessia said quickly, giving me a small nudge that pulled me out of my shock.

I couldn’t stand there judging what the others did to their slaves, or I’d end up in trouble.

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