The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

ISIDORA

1 roared in fury as I stepped in front of her and caught the whip out of the air.

I yanked it so hard I tore her palm open in a nasty gash.

She cried out, clutching her hand and glaring at me with eyes burning with rage, like she’d forgotten she was a servant and was an Estingia.

“Your squire attacked my Lady first. That’s a serious offense!” she snapped, pointing at Arlene, who stood a few feet behind her with food smeared across the skirt of her black dress.

A tray lay on the ground, everything spilled and wasted in the dirt.

I’d bet my head she’d tripped Elessia on purpose.

“If you don’t know how to discipline your squire, then deal with the consequences,” she said, lifting her chin, that twisted gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “She offended an Estingia. Either you punish her, or I will!”

I knew the rules all too well. My back had taken enough beatings from Marion over every stupid little thing.

I looked at Elessia’s tearstained face, contorted with pain. She was clutching the shredded remains of the dress I’d given her. the one she’d been so happy about.

I gripped the whip handle so hard I nearly crushed it in my fist.

“What are you waiting for?! There are still ten lashes left!”

I’m the only one who decides my squire’s punishment.” I turned to face Arlene.

I could feel her power pressing down on me, trying to force me into submission, but I clenched my teeth and held my ground with the little control I had over my wolf.

“And I think she’s been punished more than enough over one dress out of the dozens you own.”

“What do you care how many dresses I have?!” she snapped. “If you don’t follow the rules, I’ll call one of the novice supervisors!”

“Lady Isidora, I can… I can take it…” Elessia’s trembling fingers tugged at my skirt.

She didn’t want to cause me more trouble. But if I couldn’t even protect her, then what was the point of becoming an Estingia?

“I said the punishment is over. Whether that satisfies you or not is your problem…” I snapped the whip in half and threw it at her squire’s face.

The girl looked at me like she wanted to kill me on the spot.

“Lower your damn eyes. I’m an Estingia!” I snarled, wanting to give her back every single blow she’d landed, but I wasn’t going to turn violent like them.

The girl lowered her head, and from the corner of my eye I saw Arlene step forward, obviously furious that she hadn’t managed to bend me to her will.

“Get up. Elessia. We’re leaving…” I helped her up while her whole body shook and she hissed through the pain.

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