The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 52

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Chapter 52

ISIDORA

I barely listened as the instructor went over a few things we still needed to cover.

All of it had to do with how to better control our slaves.

About ten novice Estingias were gathered in a small tiered chamber, and it didn’t take long for me to realize that a lot of them stayed stuck at this level for a while, coming back to these meetings to get more guidance from the instructor.

I’d taken a discreet seat up in the highest part of the amphitheater.

Arlene was sitting up front, and she shot me a murderous look the second I rushed in, almost late.

A servant had been looking for me and found me in the woods to tell me about the meeting.

My cheeks still went hot when I remembered how she’d found me pressed against that tree, deliciously crushed under Blaze’s body.

“Pay attention and stop being stupid, Isidora,” I muttered to myself.

I had too much ahead of me to keep drifting off over my slave’s huge pecs and that sinful face that had me spellbound

“You need to learn how to prepare the formula yourselves so you can give it to your slave and push him into heat, or at least get him aroused enough for his wolf to want to mate…” The instructor’s voice carried from the central platform.

“They sell it in the supply store, yes, but if you can make it yourselves, won’t that save you money? And that’s not even counting the fact that if you suddenly need it during a mission, you’ll be able to make it on your own.”

I frowned again. Did they really always have to drug them? Then I thought about some of the slaves I’d seen, and the truth was, most of them didn’t behave half as calmly as Blaze.

So I paid attention anyway. That mattered too if I wanted him to help me absorb more male energy.

“I have one extra vial of the drug, and I’m willing to give it to one of the three newest Estingias… anyone interested?” the instructor asked suddenly, holding up a small bottle.