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.

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– 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.

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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.

– A good chunk of my bombs was still spilling over the neckline bus then I heard a knock at det many down and nega thankung whoever it was had been waiting forever

1 T’in sorry. I was in the bath…” I stammered when I saw the same girl again, pushing m a cart with a mistered was

“Don’t worry, Lady Isidora. You didn’t take long. Would you like me to serve dinner on your little table, or slojujel 1 troje ( cart” she asked, and I pointed to the little table near the balcony.

Honestly, all the servitude made me uncomfortable. I almost grabbed the tray myself.

The delicious smell wiped every bit of protocol out of my head as soon as she lifted the covers and I saw the pork chope

1 licked my hips, thinking it’d been forever since I’d eaten meat. I usually had to gnaw it off the bones Larly Marion left behind

“Do you need anything else? This…” She paused, looking at how tightly I was stuffed into the nightshirt. “Tomorrow you can request other clothing in your size from the supply room.”

“Thank you,” I said, lowering my head, embarrassed, tugging the flimsy fabric down over my thighs.

My weight had always been my biggest insecurity. Everyone called me fat.

“I don’t need anyth…”

I was about to say everything was fine, but my eyes slammed into the man chained to my wall again.

“What’s his name?” The question slipped out, and she looked at me with that same complicated expression.

“Slaves get their names from their owners. You can call him a number, leave him nameless, whatever you prefer. But Lady Isidora don’t show weakness in front of your slave.”

That was her final warning before she left and closed the door behind her.

I knew this was a power struggle between him and me, but I couldn’t help feeling compassion for that male.

I looked at the table, at the dinner I’d never get to eat in my old life… then back at my prisoner.

Who could eat with a man chained to the wall?

“Ugh, seriously… you don’t learn, Isidora!” I growled, covering the food again and marching to the bathroom for a basin of warin water. I carried it back and set it down in front of my slave.

“Alright… I’m going to clean you up and treat your wounds. Please don’t strangle me in the process.” I murmured, stepping closer with a damp cloth in my hand.

He still looked asleep.

My fingers reached up and gently pushed his dirty blond hair back from his face.

With my other hand, trembling, I wiped the dirt from his forehead and hairline:

1 kept thinking about what name to give him, and obviously I wasn’t going to call him a number. I wasn’t going to say, “Hey,

you. Come here.”

They used to call me servant, but I’d basically felt like a slave too… like him.

“Blaze.” I said, staring at the intense blond in his hair. “I’ll call you Blaze.”

I repeated it in a whisper as I took another step, steadier, toward that dark danger….