The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 49

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Before going into the Greenhouse, I looked toward the little house in the distance.

Smoke was already curling out of the chimney. I thought I saw a few shadows moving inside, but nobody came out, and I didn’t go bother them.

“Come on…”

With extra help, and after explaining everything to Blaze, things moved insanely fast.

In fact, at first, when I showed him the work the old woman had assigned me, he frowned and let out a low growl. I thought maybe the manure mix disgusted him.

But when I reached for the shovel, he wouldn’t let me. Actually… the only thing he let me do was crush a few herbs in the

mortar.

I watched in excitement as the mixing chamber filled again and again. Having help was basically cheating!

“Turn it, Blaze!” I shouted it again for the third time, hearing him turn the crank and set the whole mechanism rumbling until a greenish-brown paste poured out of a pipe on this side and filled my raised bed.

It was already past halfway, and in just one day. Having a strong helper was the best thing ever!

I ran over, thrilled, when I saw he’d emptied the whole load.

“Blaze, you’re the best!”

Without even realizing I was stepping completely out of my tyrant role, I threw myself into his arms in a burst of happiness, only to freeze the very next second.

He’d gone a little stiff, just looking down while my lips brushed the leather of his muzzle when I lifted my face too fast.

My eyes fell straight into that liquid gold.

Not even the heavy reek of manure took anything away from that moment.

“My lady, I’m sweaty and I stink… I don’t want to get you dirty,” his low voice rumbled, snapping me out of whatever spell his gaze had me under.

I became aware of the sweat slicking my palms where my hands were wrapped around his strong arms.

The simple dress I’d put on that morning was sticking to my breasts from his sweat and mine, the sun beating down through the glass above us.

“I’m sor…” I was about to apologize and step back, but Blaze’s whole body tensed at once as he looked toward the back door.

Before I could react, his huge body moved protectively in front of mine.

Then I heard firm footsteps, and they definitely didn’t belong to that frail old woman.

A moment later, someone stepped into the inner courtyard.

I leaned out to look and saw a man appear.

Tall, built more with lean, wiry muscle than bulk, with black hair and bronzed skin. His exotic blue eyes settled on Blaze

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To start with, I spotted another man in the distance, bent over some flowers, checking something beneath the shade of a wide-brimmed hat. I couldn’t make out his features clearly, but he looked rougher than the man leading us.

Two men here? Did they really allow male workers here just like that?

But the second our guide opened the striking mahogany front door for us, covered in painted flowers, I ran into another surprise.

“The Lady of the Greenhouse is waiting for you in the tea room,” another man said as he stepped out to deliver the message, this one with red hair and brown eyes.

Three workers… Male employees seemed to be multiplying here like flowers.

Because obviously they couldn’t be slaves… right?…

They weren’t chained, they weren’t restricted, and besides… where was the Dark Estingia they belonged to?

“Lead the way,” I told the redhead while the dark-haired man disappeared through an inner door in that little house full of antique furniture and the delicious scent of jasmine drifting through the air.

We followed him down a hallway connected to the small foyer, and my curious heart was pounding harder and harder.

My decision to keep this job kept growing stronger inside me.

My instincts were screaming it at me…This old woman…She was special.

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