The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

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They’ve got it out for you. They’re jealous because you went from servant to Estingia….”

“Calm down, Ele. I’m going to fix it. Use what medicine I’ve got left….”

I gently eased her back toward the little bed in her cramped squire’s quarters.

“No, it’s not fair….”

She grabbed my hand, her eyes red and shining with unshed tears. Rage made her hands shake so badly she couldn’t hold still.

“Who said there was any justice here?” I twisted my mouth, giving her a resigned look.

“They saw he was cooperating. He only did it to save you. How can they say you don’t have him under control? If Blaze had wanted to rebel, he would’ve crushed them right there. Did you see how feral he got in a second?”

And yes, I had seen it. Me and everyone else.

Blaze was far too dangerous.

The worst part was the cold calm he always wore, as if he were sizing each of us up and just waiting for the right moment to take your head off.

I swallowed and lifted a hand to my neck.

“But Dora….” Elessia suddenly caught my hand, worry all over her face.

“Wouldn’t this be the perfect chance to get rid of someone that dangerous? He broke loose…. He got out of those chains on his own…. are you really going to sleep next to someone like that?”

“If he wanted to kill me, I think he would’ve done it already,” I told her, thinking of the two nights I’d slept beside him.

Blaze was a complete mystery to me.

A lot of the time, I was afraid of him, but deep down, my instincts kept screaming that he didn’t want to hurt me.

“Oh, Goddess, why couldn’t you have gotten one of those normal men….”

Elessia dropped back against the pillows dramatically, pressing a hand to her forehead.

I sighed as I looked at the wounds I’d helped bandage, then gave her the medicine I still hadn’t paid for.

“The strangest things aren’t always bad,” I told her with a small smile.

“If he keeps cooperating with me, it’s because he has goals of his own too. He gets free food and a roof over his head here. He sees I don’t treat him badly. Maybe he decided to lie low for a while….”

That was the excuse I gave myself for Blaze’s choices.

Obviously, if he’d wanted to escape, he would’ve tried already.

“But Dora…. that whole part where you have to have sex with him…. are you sure you can do it? I know I’m always joking around, but this time I’m really worried. I mean… that man looks rough. Brutal. I’m scared he’ll hurt you….”

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I frowned, not wanting to tell her how nervous I really was.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t just about Blaze. It’s about us too. I need to anchor my power here, or they’ll keep coming after us. I said, clenching my fists in determination.

“I’m leaving. Lock the door so nobody bothers you, and Elessia….” I paused, my face turning serious.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to take sure they never walk all over us again.”

I wasn’t just saying it. I meant it. I was truly willing to do anything, even face something that could still hurt me deeply.

As I left Elessia’s room and walked back toward mine to get ready, I thought about everything that ceremony involved.

I stepped into my room and went straight to the bathroom to wash myself thoroughly, then changed into the clothes they’d left on the bed.

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Chapter 32

I stayed where I was, stunned, tight with nerves.

It was obvious what that whole setting had been prepared for, but the dark shapes seated around it told me there would be an audience… one that would watch whatever happened on that bed.

“Come with me, Lady Isidora.”

At some point, one of the servants stepped to my side and motioned for me to follow her to one of the empty chairs.

I did. I had no choice. I realized it had been placed right beside the Head of the Novices.

She gave me a stern look that told me to sit, so I sat.

I couldn’t clearly make out the faces of the other women in the chamber.

My sweaty hands clamped down on the carved wooden armrests. I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“We’re going to show you how the ceremony should be performed for a Dark Estingia who feeds on a male’s virility,” she whispered, then raised a hand to give the signal.

I couldn’t see much in a room that dark, but I felt another door opening somewhere in the rocky walls, drawing me deeper into the mystery and the fevered secrets of these powerful women.

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