The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

ISIDORA

“What’s going on here?” My voice cut through the commotion, and the curious faces around us pulled back.

None of them looked familiar to me, but the moment they saw me, their faces lit up like we’d known each other our whole

lives.

“Mrs. Isidora, these shameless bastards won’t get out of your stall!” the older man who’d been arguing with them rushed ofer to complain.

I racked my brain, trying to figure out what to call him.

“Thank you…”

“So you’re the woman everyone keeps saying owns this place,” a voice called from inside the wooden stall as a man stepped

out.

As it turned out, the stall was bigger than I’d imagined. It had a few small tables outside for people to eat, a counter for serving food and taking payment, and a little wooden structure that worked as both kitchen and storage room.

The door had obviously been forced open. They had broken the lock.

“That’s me,” I said, slipping into my role and looking the man straight in the eye.

I didn’t know why, but out of all those unfamiliar faces, his was the only one I felt like I’d seen somewhere before… or maybe I was imagining it.

“Why invade someone else’s property when there’s plenty of space elsewhere?” I asked, my voice sharp after piecing together enough from the old man’s shouting.

“Because I like this spot. I can sell my hunted meat here, and my men can sleep inside while we’re on pack land,” he said, as if that made perfect sense. “If you’re not using it, there’s nothing wrong with giving it to someone who actually needs it, right?”

He took a step forward, and his eyes raked down to the neckline of the dress I’d pulled from the closet.

I stepped back, shielding the little girl behind me. I tried to call up some of my Estingia magic, but my brow tightened when nothing answered.

His eyes flashed with a wicked little gleam. I could’ve sworn he knew I was defenseless.

“If you’re going to use something that isn’t yours, the least you could do is ask permission. Get off my property,” I said, making my voice sound as steady as I could.

I looked at the other members of this pack, hoping someone would step in if things got worse, but they didn’t look especially brave.

The two burly men moved forward, trying to intimidate me, while their boss drew a dagger.

I tensed when I realized he was willing to take it that far.

“I don’t think so. I like your stall, and I’m keeping it. Consider this your payment.” He tossed a few copper coins onto the street. “Go home and knit. Let the men handle business.”

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