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The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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Lowered my head in embarrassment. Powerful women passed by us, all of them cutting sideways glances at me

They weren’t laughing in my face like before, but I knew they were still doing it, just more quietly.

-I exhaled, trying to psych myself up, because with this much climbing and all these stairs, I definitely wasn’t going to miss om on exercise, and maybe I’d even lose a few pounds.

Suddenly, a door swung open, and we stepped onto a staircase cut into the rock wall.

Just looking down made my stomach drop, the abyss stretching deep below us and looking endless.

And yet, lights were moving down there, and people’s voices floated through the air.

We wound down in a spiral, keeping close to the rocky wall that snaked through what looked like the inside of a volcano’s throat, until she stopped in front of another huge door, painted red too.

“This is where your initiation ceremony with the other new Estingias will take place,” she said, turning to face me and making me swallow with my nerves stretched to the limit..

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Im not going to lie. You’re at the biggest disadvantage, but remember what you felt when Mirla tried to put her hands on what was yours fight with teeth and claws.”

Thank you for everything…” I couldn’t help saying, feeling that despite her roughness, she wasn’t a bad person.

“Don’t thank me yet. And remember… trust no one. Show mercy to no one. Only strength is respected here…”

With those words, she shoved the wooden panels open, and it was like a wave of hot air came out and slapped me across the face

“Go,” she told me without stepping inside.

I looked ahead, where a hallway black as a wolf’s mouth waited for me.

With my heart pounding like crazy, I took the first step even though my body resisted, and every step teh like hell.

I sank into the darkness, searching for the light at the end of the tunnel.

BAM

The door slammed shut behind me, and I spun around in fear… there was no turning back.

I kept going because this was what I wanted. This was only the beginning.

Suddenly drums thundered (rough the huge chuniber I stepped into,

I looked up at the high walls, where rows of seats had been carved in tiers

They were full of women, each with a man beside her

The harsh torchlight, the heat rolling through that enormous chamber, all of it overwhelmed me

Fall im with the other novice Estingias. You’re holding up the ceremony,” a blonde woman’s tiren voice rang out frontconc

side

She looked severe, like all of them did, and beside her stood the warrior I’d backhanded.

I swallowed when I saw the malice in her stare. I had a bad feeling I was going to pay dearly for that outburst

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