The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

ISIDORA

But that golden shade in those innocent eyes, those curls like mine, only hers were that beautiful gold Blaze had… could this little girl, barely five years old, be mine and Blaze’s daughter?…

What kind of madness was this, and where the hell was my slave?!

“Where’s your daddy?” I asked her suddenly, glancing toward the half-open door. Was Blaze nearby?

“Daddy went…” She tried to answer, but then someone knocked on the door in a rush.

I frowned and decided to play along, even as the suspicion in my head grew stronger.

“Stay here, baby,” I told the little girl, and she stayed put on the big bed like a good girl.

She’d already told me her name was Amber, and honestly, that didn’t surprise me… I liked that name a lot.

I grabbed a robe from the armchair beside the stone fireplace and stepped out into a hallway. It led me into a small living room with the same rustic feel, warm, soft, and homey.

“Mrs. Isidora! Mrs. Isidora!” a woman shouted from outside the front door.

I opened it with equal parts curiosity and caution, only to find a middle-aged woman holding a basket of fruit.

“Uh… hello?”

“Mrs. Isidora, thank goodness you haven’t gone out to water your vegetable garden yet. Listen, there’s a problem. You need to get to your stall at the market!” she said, all worked up.

I looked at her, then past her, toward the small garden outside and the stone path that led up to the front door.

“What’s happening at my stall?” I asked, playing along.

“Those bandits!” she snapped, furious. “Those shameless men who call themselves merchants showed up, saw your stall empty, and no matter how many times we told them it was already taken, they insisted on using it to sell their things!”

Between her insults and curses, I understood that I supposedly sold food and vegetables from a stall in the so-called market.

Since I’d been gone for a few days, some merchants from outside the pack had set their sights on my stall and wanted to take it from me.

“They must have realized your mate isn’t home, and that’s why they’re taking advantage!” she cried, already eager to run off somewhere else. “I’ll go get the Alpha and the hunters’ mates so we can help you!”

“Thank you,” I said at last, still not fully understanding the situation as I watched her hurry down the stone path, through the little garden, and out toward a dusty road.

I stepped out of the house too, my feet landing on the flat paving stones. The scent of roses filled my lungs, and the first rays of sunlight fell over my head.

When I pushed open the little wooden gate set into the tall hedge, I finally saw the village where this small house stood.

I wasn’t in the center of pack. The nearest house sat far off, also built of wood and stone, with a reddish tile roof.

The dirt road ended right here, at my house, and on the other side, a hill rose toward the edge of a forest.

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Chapter 70

A village tucked between mountains… a quiet rural pack… the dream I’d always had. The place I’d imagined living in more than once.

I lowered my gaze, thinking back to what had happened before I woke up here.

I had no doubt left.

I was inside an illusion created by my own mind… I had fallen under the spell of that deceptive creature. The illusionis Centipede.

That was what they called it because of the toxin it spat into its victims’ faces, sinking them into their own fantasies. It created a world out of their deepest desires, and getting out was supposed to be almost impossible.

The centipede fed on the substance produced by its victim’s satisfaction while they lay trapped in a coma. The happier you were inside your fantasy, the more appetizing you became to that thing.

I knew that because I’d read it in the information the old woman from the Greenhouse had given me.

This centipede sometimes lived alongside the same creature we’d been hunting. It was one of its allies.

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