The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Lyra

I blink my eyes open, and a sharp, blinding pain immediately shoots through my brain. It feels like my head has been split in two yet again. I groan pressing my palm against my forehead as I try to sit up. The lingering effects of the sedative make my limbs feel heavy and completely unresponsiv

I force myself to look around, trying to figure out where the hell ham.

The room is completely unfamiliar. It is a strange blend of styles. The furniture looks sleek and modern, but the wooden beams on the ceiling and th wallpapers on the walls give it a distinct, olden touch. The bed under me is wide and incredibly comfortable, but none of it matters.

Where am I?

The moment the question crosses my mind, the dam breaks and my memories come rushing back in a violent, suffocating wave,

My uncle.

My beloved Uncle Cassian is gone. He is dead. While he was drawing his final breaths and fighting to protect our pack from a horde of rogue demons, completely lost in a world of pleasure. I was busy doing sexual things with Kai in a hidden oasis, completely oblivious to the fact that my home was be

raided and the only father figure I ever had was being murdered.

The guilt hits me so hard I can barely breathe. A sob catches in my throat, and I collapse back into the pillows, unable to hold back the hot tears that

down my cheeks. My chest aches with a physical, crushing agony.

“I’m so sorry, Uncle,” I whisper into the quiet room, my voice cracking and broken./”I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I’m so sorry.”

A familiar presence stirs in my mind. “May the Moon Goddess accept his spirit in peace,” Wyndra speaks up, her voice trembling with an equal amount of sorrow. She lets out a sad whine that echoes perfectly through our shared bond.

I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the tears fall. As awful as I feel, I am immensely glad that Wyndra is always here with me. I’m glad I don’t have to share

horrific grief alone.

‘Uncle Cassian will never be forgotten. His memory will live with us for as long as we live.’

“Thank you wyn,’

As the initial shock and sorrow begins to dull, a new emotion takes its place.

Anger.

A fierce, white-hot rage begins to burn in my chest as I remember exactly how I ended up in this bed.

Kai.

That fucking controlling bastard had the audacity to stab a needle into my shoulder. He drugged me. He completely took away my choice, stopping me frista

running back to the pack house to fight for my family, all because he thought he knew what was best for me.

A low growl ripples through my chest. I sit up again, my grief twisting into pure, unadulterated fury. I am definitely going to shaw him that the days of him tossing me around like a helpless rag doll are officially over. I don’t care if he is a Lycan Prince, and I don’t care if he is still stronger than me. That doesn’t

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mean I won’t make sure he hurts for what he did. That annoying Lycan Prince must be put in his place, once and for all.

I throw the heavy blankets off my legs and step out of the bed. it’s only then that I realize I am barely wearing anything. Someone has stripped me o my dress, leaving me in nothing but tiny black singlet and a pair of matching pant-shorts.

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