The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

ISIDURA

“Mrain – “I meaned, the whole room spinning as Ltried to sit up from wherever l’il been lymp

“Isidora” Elessia’s cautious voice snapped me into focus, and I locked onto a spot beside the bed.

She looked… scared of me. Like she didn’t know what she was about to find. Her fingers clenched a damp rigth in right fing knuckles went pale.

“Ele what happened?” Nausea crawled up my throat. My body ached everywhere, but I still managed tokit up.

I was in my room, but my mind was a tornado, scattered memories crashing into each other.

And then it hit me. Marion on the arena floor, Marion losing.

*Blessed Goddess… tell me they’re not sending me to the Coal Mines. Who won the fight?” I grabbed Elessia’s hands, desperate, and she flinched like I’d shocked her, going rigid in her chair.

She stared at me for a second. I didn’t understand her reaction. It was like she was afraid of me.

“You really don’t remember what you did?” she asked in a low voice as my brow furrowed.

No matter how hard I tried to fill in the blank in my mind, pieces kept slipping away.

“I think… I think I screamed and ran for the arena? I was scared. Ele, they set me up!”

“Isidora, your Estingia power exploded out of nowhere… you’re not some broken wolf. You’re special!” Her words almost made me laugh in her face.

Special? Me? An Estingia warrior?

*Am I… am I still out of it?” I looked around like an idiot, like I’d wake up any second and this would all vanish.

“Isidora, focus and listen to me. I was there!” She grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to face her.

“A red fog burst out of your body. It was like thousands of scarlet she-wolves circling us, a thick smoke that swallowed the arena. Your roars were all we could hear… until the worst happened.”

“The worst?” Fear slid under my skin, cold and sharp.

“Some of the warriors started shifting right there in the stands. They jumped down into the arena. You could barely see anything, but I’ve got good eyes and… Isidora…” She stopped, and my heart dangled by a thread.

“You were there. Standing, Just watching, stock-still, controlling those she-wolves while they ripped Lady Marion and Lady Stephanie apart. If the Matriarch hadn’t jumped into the arena and stopped you, they would’ve killed them. Two novice Estinglas, Isidora. Two!”

My eyes weni wide and 1 clapped a hand over my mouth to choke back a gasp.

Elessia didn’t look like she was lying. And this didn’t feel like a dream

“No. I didn’t do that. I don’t remember it. It has to be a mistake”

“It isn’t.” A voice cul through my denial, and we both snapped our heads toward the door.

My stomach dropped.

The paks Aipha stood there. One of the most powerful women in this world

“Ma – Miliarch, Elessia whispered. She sprain sip sii last the stil toppled bchun) her. Her head dipparikannu drösly.

SAÏSHUISSIVE.

I tried to do the same, but my legs didir’t cooperate,

“Don’t get up,” she ordercit, voice flat and serious. Then, to Elessin, “You may leave ”

My friend shot me a complicated look from the corner of her eye, then slipped out, leaving me alone in that say moon) anj

my fear.

I pressed my lips together and stared at the old bedsheet, bracing for my sentence.

In the end… I was probably going to die.

“Do you remember what you did in the arena?” she asked, standing near the bed.

“No. Matriarch. I… the last thing I remember is…” I hesitated, suddenly disgusted by the truth in my head.

“You remember the anger. The rage that swallowed your mind… the dark urge to kill, to get revenge.” Her words spilled our like she’d crawled inside my skull, like she was speaking my own conscience out loud.

I lifted my head. I dared to look into those hypnotic blue eyes.

She was blonde. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. Ethereal, like something that didn’t belong on the same earth as me.

“How… how do you know that?”

“Because that’s what triggers the power of the Dark Estingias. And you… are from that rare, dangerous bloodline.”

The news hit me like a fist.

“A Dark Estingia? Me?” I pointed at myself.

Like… what kind of joke was this? Was she even looking at me?

I was the fat orphan who cleaned shit from latrines.

“I didn’t come here to convince you of what I already know you are.” She flicked a hand, impatient.

Her long black dress looked cold and glossy, like the scales of some ancient dragon,

“From now on, your life changes. You’ll enter the clan of Dark Estingias. Their training method is….. special.”

“Wait, wait, Matriarch, but I can’t even feel a wolf inside me. I’m just weak, and my head is a mess!” I blurted it out, panicked. and the second the words left my mouth I realized how disrespectful 1 sounded. “I’m sorry. I..”

I was too much Too fast. My mind couldn’t swallow it all.

“Dark Estingias aren’i like the Light Estingias,” she said, unfazed. “Your wolf needs to drain energy from a male wolf to wake up and truly show us her power.”

“A male wolf?” I stared at her, and my mind flashed to the few Dark Estingias I’d only ever seen from far away.

Nobody went near them. They were strange, powerful, feared. Their magic always felt… macabre.

And the strangest part was their slaves.

Vrah. Those Theật tuer always wulytheis. Suhiniai. Restrail-a lamelupa

fan then eyes – thur oyes were deep. Iniuiliung

Mas Estijušovalka faure inny, ad those?

“You lusi Park Slave is already waiting. They’ll teach you how to fame him,

Punt was it. Her final words. She turned to leave,

““jalida) want to do it.” I said before I could stop myself. “I didn’t want to push the others to kill them. I didn’t koos.l

“Yes, you did. And that’s why your Estingia woke up, to avenge you.” She cut me off without even turning around.

-This time I’ll let it go because you weren’t aware of your powers. But learn fast to control them. Make another mistake like that and I’ll eliminate you from my Tower myself.”

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