The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

ISIDORA

A sharp, piercing smell laced with menthol drifted through the air.

At the end of that hallway, with beautiful vines painted across the walls and landscape paintings hanging between them, we stepped into a sitting room.

Some kind of glass dome overflowing with ferns, creeping vines, and gorgeous flowers that were probably just as deadly a they looked.

But the real centerpiece was the small white table set in the middle, where Madam sat while the redhead lit one of her sam hand-rolled cigarettes

That was the sharp scent curling through the perfume of gardenias and lilies.

“Madam, good morning,” I said respectfully, stopping in front of the table and frowning a little when I saw how covered in bandages she was, obviously sick… and smoking.

“What? Do you have something to say today, Lady Isidora?” she asked, cutting me with a sharp look that made me shiver.

With her whole face wrapped in bandages except for her mouth, nose, and eyes, she looked unsettling enough as it was.

“N-no, Madam,” I answered as she blew smoke right into my face.

She was doing it on purpose. I knew she was.

“I see I didn’t bet on someone incompetent,” she said suddenly, looking straight at Blaze behind me.

I didn’t even have to turn around to know he still had that same insolent, defiant air about him.

“Yes, he’s my slave, Blaze. As you can see, I was able to control him…”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Excuse me?” I cut in when I saw her stub out the cigarette in the ashtray, then take a napkin from the table set for two and spread it over her lap.

“You’re forgiven… Sit down and eat.” She answered whatever she felt like when I’d clearly asked what she meant.

I looked at the man standing behind her. His eyes followed the old woman’s every movement.

Was he her son? Some relative? But if that were the case, they should’ve lived in the part of the settlement where men were

allowed.

Did she have special permission to hire male attendants? Frowning, I pulled out the chair and sat down.

Then I heard wheels approaching, and a moment later the dark-haired man appeared, pushing a food cart to the side of the

table.

While he laid everything out and Madam kept smoking, I glanced to the side and found Blaze leaning lazily against the wall

near me.

His gaze was fixed on the gardens beyond the glass walls.

But as if he’d felt me watching him, he turned those golden eyes on me and pinned me with that deep, intense stare that always caught mine and held it.

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Chapter 50

“You see? Taming the beast wasn’t that hard after all…” Heat rushed to my cheeks at the old woman’s words.

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