The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Teneste adek, 1 war brezmbing frana demi te me amber füs fuftentibening wann, unihal tại, bu hot sa the Na

Isoisillyhare. Întren wislung my whole soll, chubby body could just disappear,

Bardeen his fang Island inshes ikutered, and his eyelids dropped like he was wiped.

The chaus Jinked again when his thick arms, stretched up overhead, went slack and hung heavy.

I 164, onda breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding and glanced at the door like I could bolt

But I knew this was something I couldn’t run from.

“My Dark Slave… is he this giant beefcake?” I muttered, my voice shaking, forcing myself to step closer anyway.

“Dne step. Then another. I studied the pulley system and the chains holding him prisoner to the stone wall, because I didn’ı

want him lunging at me out of nowhere.

Dirty blond hair fell over a sharp, angled face. Beautifully masculine, Fierce. Even more so with half his face covered by that aggressive leather muzzle.

“Do you bite like a wild beast?” I murmured. When I got nervous, I talked way too much.

My gaze slid down his sun-kissed, fair skin, but right now it was covered in cuts, grime, dried blood, ugly bruises.

His muscular chest, tattooed with red tribal ink, had a deep wound that had already clotted over, but it still looked brutally painful

My eyes dropped to his hard, defined abs and I knew I shouldn’t have looked lower. I swear it was innocent.

Bat my stupid stare got stuck on the huge, veiny thing hanging between his legs… and his legs were bruised and battered too.

1 swallowed, imagining how many inches that thing would be when it was fully hard.

“If they’re all that thick, no wonder it hurt so much…” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Then my brows furrowed as that night slammed back into me. Humiliation. Pain. Being used.

Ilonked

away suddenly disgusted with myself. Ashamed,

I shouldn’t be staring at this male’s cock, even if he was supposedly my slave now.

But I realized [ast 1 wasn’t going to be able to avoid intimacy with a stranger.

A knock at the door made me jump. My nerves were stretched right.

1 barked toward the entrance, never faking my eyes off that blond giant, nearly six and a half feet tall-

I opened the door, cunous.

“Helle Larly Isidora,” a small servant girl greeted me.

That mile the tile I never thought I’d hear… hade my cheeks heat.

12:19 Mon, Jun 29

– You can just rall me badura. “

“bb, xà, my lady. Even if you haven’t slope you certihois as an I stingis yet, Usulibu’tilar sprak bayam Thaka. Ta on servant assigned to explan the basics until you choose your squire” she said, and 1 fer her step trosida

I thought she’d treak om at the naked man in my room, but she didn’t even spare him a semernel-leade

Lake she was used to these scenes.

She started explaining where my things were, and I finally spotted the door to my personal bathroom.

II had a bathroom… all for ine.

When I saw the tub, my throat tightened. I almost cried.

“You got a good location,” she added, stepping out onto a tiny balcony 1 hadn’t even noticed.

It was small, but the view from the top of the mountain made my heart kick with excitement.

Endless forest. Green fields. Golden wheat waving in the wind.

1

I could see the enormous white tower the pack was named after, where the Matriarch and the Supreme Elder lived.

And far off, the neighboring pack at the foot of Estingia Tower.

My eyes stung as I recognized the old buildings where I’d lived my whole life as an invisible servant.

“As you level up, your comfort goes up too. Better rooms. Better views.”

“It’s perfect,” I told her, letting the breeze brush my red hair.

We went back inside and I closed the glass door, my heart still pounding.

“You can choose your personal squire. I recommend someone from the obsidian fortress, but if she’s not from here, we’ll train her.”

“Yes… yes. i want it to be Elessia. Can she come with me?” I asked, wanting my friend with me so I wouldn’t feel so alone.

“Of course. And as for your Dark Slave, you’ll get all the information tomorrow.”

“But… does he have to sleep like that? And how’s he supposed to eat with that in his mouth? His wounds?” I fired off” questions one after another, glancing at the man again, still with his eyes closed.

“Lady Isidora, I know this must be a shock for you. Tomorrow you’ll understand better. But here’s my advice… don’t get attached to your slave: Treat him like a piece of furniture in your room,” she said, her expression complicated.

1 frowned. frustrated. How was I supposed to treat a living being like furniture?

“And about food, he’s not allowed to eat or drink until he’s more docile. The Chief of Novices has the key to the muzzle, and she won’t hand it over until you prove you have at least basic control over him.”

She dropped that on me like a bomb, then moved on to the subject of bringing dinner to my room.

1 answered automatically, watching her leave.

I looked back at the man, covered in bruises, breathing slow. I didn’t doubt he was dangerous, but Goddess… I felt like a monster doing this to him.

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