The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 31

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Chapter 31

ISIDORA

A furious voice thundered from the person who’d launched the attack at us.

Perfect. That was all we needed.

I looked toward one of the mountain paths, and there she was, the Chief of the Novices, hurrying toward us with several of her aides.

The second they saw Arlene’s dead slave, heard her screaming that we’d tried to murder her, and saw my/slave rebelling and breaking free by force, it was obvious what conclusion they jumped to.

No matter how much I tried to explain, it was easier to believe the Estingia with her rank backing her up.

“I don’t care about your disputes! Do you really think that justifies this?!” She kicked the man’s head until it rolled to my feet.

I stared into his eyes, still open, still frozen in pure terror, and nearly threw up.

The arm around my waist tightened even more. Blaze hadn’t let go of me for a second. He just kept staring down the warriors in front of us.

“And this slave… it’s disgraceful how little control you’ve managed to gain over him. He’ll be taken away from you and sentenced to death!”

“NO!” I reacted at once.

I didn’t care what punishments they gave me. I wasn’t going to let them sacrifice Blaze.

“Ma’am, I…”

“Be quiet, Elessia, and go to my chambers!” I cut her off.

It was the first time I’d ever spoken to her like that, because I knew she was about to throw herself into the fire for me.

She lowered her head, and even though they could all see she was bruised and hurt, nobody cared because she was a disposable servant.

“I’ll take every punishment,” I said, trying to step forward, but Blaze wouldn’t let go, his fingers still dug into my waist.

“My slave was only defending me. That male was about to attack me on Lady Arlene’s orders. Aren’t I an Estingia too?”

I forced myself to face her even though everything inside me was still screaming submission. Bowing my head was carved into my bones.

She stood there staring at me, angry, undecided. It was obvious she couldn’t treat me like dirt, even if she wanted to.

Then I noticed the woman who’d come into my room that first time to set us straight, the same one I’d hit during the trial.

She leaned in and whispered something in the Chief of the Novices’ ear, and I clenched my fists hard, thinking of all the poison she had to be pouring into them.