The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance) novel Chapter 175

The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance)

Chapter 175

Lyra

If I thought I was drugged before, now it’s even worse.

“What…what did you do…?”

“I drugged you with wolmonite,” Daisy explains, looking down at me with satisfaction. “It’s a concentrated suppressant. It’s what we

use on rogue wolves when we want to keep them quiet. You were given a little before, but now, You’re going to be very, very high

for a long time, sissy.”

I can barely keep my head up. My eyelids are dropping, and the world is turning into a blur of gray and shadow.

Daisy turns back to Ryan. “Kiss her. Now.”

“What?” Ryan asks, sounding confused.

“I’m going to record this,” Daisy says, pulling out her phone. “I want a video of you two kissing. Make it look like she’s into it. Make

it look like you’re making out while she’s half–naked. I’ll send it to the princes. I’ll show everyone that the ‘innocent‘ Lyra is just a

slut who can’t stay away from her ex–mate.”

Ryan looks at me, then at the phone. “Daisy, I..I don’t think this is right. This isn’t what I wanted.”

“Do it!” Daisy threatens, her voice low and dangerous. “If you don’t do this, I will go to the Alpha right now. I will tell him that I

caught you in here trying to force a mate bond on his daughter. I’ll say I tried to stop you. I’m the ‘good daughter,‘ Ryan. They’ll

believe me. I’ll be forgiven for being a witness, but you? You’ll be exiled. Or executed.”

Ryan pales. He looks at me, then back at Daisy. He’s a coward, through and through. He’d rather ruin me than risk his own skin.

“Okay,” he whispers. “I’ll do it.”

“No… no…” I whisper, but the words are barely a breath. My heart is breaking. I look at Ryan, pleading with my eyes. “You’ll… regret

this.”

Ryan doesn’t look me in the eye. He reaches out and pulls me into his chest. I try to fight him. I try to lift my hands to push him

away, but the Wolmonite has turned my bones to jelly. I am a doll in his arms. He holds me tightly, his grip possessive and wrong.

He leans down, his face blurring into mine. I feel his lips press against mine. They’re cold and they taste like sweat. I want to vomit.

Tears stream down my face, soaking into the pillow as he moves his mouth over mine for the camera.

“You’ll… regret… this…” I manage to moan one last time before the darkness finally wins. My head falls back, and I pass out.

Ryan’s POV

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Chapter 175

I stare at Lyra who is out cold.

She feels like a dead weight in my arms, her head lolling against my shoulder. I pull back from the kiss, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My lips still burn where her blood touched me earlier, a stinging reminder that even drugged and unconscious,

she’s fighting me.

Fuck, I feel like a monster.

I wanted her back. I really did. I thought if I could just mark her, she’d realize that we were meant to be. I made a mistake by

rejecting her, I know that now, but I thought I could fix it. Seeing her at the academy, seeing how beautiful and strong she’s

become… it drove me crazy. But sitting here, holding her limp body while Daisy films us like we’re some kind of sick show?

This isn’t the way. I’ve already hurt her enough once. I can’t do this again.

“That’s good, but it’s not enough,” Daisy says. She’s staring at her phone screen, reviewing the video with a greedy look in her eyes.

“It looks a bit one–sided. They’ll definitely know that she was drugged. We need something more convincing.”

She looks up at me, her eyes cold and calculating. “Pull off her clothes. Touch her body. Make it look intimate. I want a shot of her

naked in this bed with you.”

I look at Lyra. Her beautiful silver hair is splayed out across the duvet, and her face is pale, stained with dried tears. Even in this

state, she looks like an angel. She looks like the girl I used to spend hours talking to in the woods, promising that I’d always protect

her.

And here I am, being the one she needs protection from. How did I let myself get to this point? My wolf warned me tirelessly to let

her go. She’s no longer mine.

But I refused. I believed I would get her back somehow. But now I can see that I’ve lost her for good. And I’m just allowing Daisy to

use me to fulfill her sick fantasies on her.

“Go on!” Daisy hisses. “Strip her!”

I carry Lyra back to the center of the bed and gently drop her. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t even breathe heavily. She’s just…

unconscious.

“Yes!” Daisy says, stepping closer with the camera. “Now, pull off her clothes till she’s naked! Start with the top dress!”

I reach for the hem of her black gown. My fingers brush against the fabric. I look at Daisy, then back at Lyra. I think about the

prince. How he would feel seeing all this. I think about the way Lyra laughed in my face earlier, telling me I’d have to force her.

I realize in that moment that if I do this, there is no coming back. I won’t just be the guy who made a mistake. I’ll be the guy who

destroyed a girl’s soul for a video.

I stop.

“What are you doing?” Daisy asks, her voice rising. “Don’t stop now! We need the shot!”

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