The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 288

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Vhaelor didn’t even take half a breath before answering from behind his mask.

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“You heard him, sweetheart. And your male better win, or you’ll owe me a public apology. What do you say?”

“My male is the bull-riding champion!”

The woman sounded very sure of herself.

Her poor man didn’t.

He was definitely henpecked.

He clearly wanted to tell her that the man standing behind Isidora didn’t look like easy competition, but as usual, he kept his mouth shut.

Still, a few minutes later, he stepped into the arena and actually showed some skill before hitting the ground hard and scrambling away from the furious bull.

“Five minutes!” the woman roared from the other side of the fence, mocking Isidora.

Then the real stallion walked out to tame the beast.

Isidora watched him with his shirt half open, the fabric stretched across his powerful muscles, his pants showing off his entire package and those sexy fucking ass cheeks.

She wanted to cover him up so all those women would stop eating him alive with their eyes.

The King had his hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, with a few strands falling around his shoulders.

His mask was still in place.

But the second he got close to the bull…

The animal took a step back instead of charging him… Literally.

The crowd went silent.

What the hell was wrong with that bad-tempered beast?

Was it… trembling?

“Come here already…”

The big man’s rough voice carried through the arena.

He was huge. Strong.

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But was he seriously intimidating the bull?

The poor animal took another step back… And did it just shit in the middle of the arena?

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The crowd suddenly exploded with laughter, mocking the bull, which eventually had no choice but to let that monster climb onto its back.

The poor thing looked ready to cry when Vhaelor’s weight came down on it.

He lasted more than five minutes.

Then the bull dropped to the ground all by itself and played dead.

“That bull is a fraud!”

“That man’s more of a beast than the damn beast!”

Laughter boomed all around them as beer sloshed from mugs and people shouted over each other.

Now every woman there was staring at Isidora with envy.

Including that stupid woman who’d challenged them and was now slinking away in embarrassment with her poor husband.

Vhaelor was declared the undisputed winner, and he proudly carried his little medal back to where his Estingia was waiting, leaning over the wooden fence.

“I won… for my mistress.” His rough voice reached her through the roar of the crowd.

Isidora leaned toward him with a smile on her lips and lifted her mask slightly before doing the same with

his.

Their lips met in a slow, delicious kiss.

“Think about what reward you want later, my champion…”

She whispered the words between cheers, whistles, and more fireworks exploding across the sky.

Vhaelor grabbed her, lifted her right off the fence, and threw her over his shoulder in a show of strength that made the crowd go wild.

If any of those people had known they were standing in front of the Lycan King and their future Queen, they probably would’ve fainted harder than the poor bull had.

“My husband’s the King of the Rodeo!”

Isidora threw both hands into the air, firing up the crowd even more.

Elessia watched her from a safe distance, amused.

At last, Isidora had found her own happiness… But her?

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