The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance) novel Chapter 205

The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance)

Chapter 205

But Roman… Roman is still staring. He hasn’t moved. He looks like he wants to touch her, like he wants to claim the space around her. I

force myself to look away before I do something I’ll regret. Damon, standing to the side, doesn’t say a word. Since he already knew what

Lyra is, he doesn’t look surprised.

I’ve had enough of the chatter.

“Listen,” I say, my voice dropping an octave, turning into the Lycan command I usually reserve for the battlefield. The room goes quiet instantly. “No one. Absolutely no one must know about this. It is vital that every one of us keeps this a secret to protect Lyra. If anyone

leaks this out… I’ll make sure you regret it. Are we clear?”

1 let my gaze sweep across the room, lingering on Roman for a fraction of a second too long. Lyra glares at me, her eyes flashing with anger. She doesn’t like that I threatened them. She doesn’t like that I’m taking charge of her situation.

But I don’t care. They need to understand the reality of this. They are in the presence of a target, and if they talk, she dies or gets captured and is turned into a lab rat with her essence stolen.

They all nod, looking genuinely frightened. No more chatter at least.

Just then, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out, and the screen lights up with a name that makes my blood run cold.

King Geo.

1 freeze. My father doesn’t call unless the world is burning or he wants to make sure I’m suffering.

“I’ll be right back, I mutter to the room, not waiting for an answer.

I walk out of the living room, moving quickly through the hallway until I find a corner that is sufficiently private. I swipe to answer.

“Where Is Kara?” My father’s voice is sharp, twisted with anger. He isn’t wasting time with pleasantries.

I lean my back against the wall, my pulse jumping. She and I are having a private vacay, somewhere not too far from the Academy. She’s

fine, father.”

“Where?” he demands.

I let out a mocking chuckle. “Why would I tell you that? You’d just come and ruin it with your polities.”

I know he can’t trice me. I took precautions when I built this place, shielding it from any tracking, my magical ping, as thing that would give away our location Heren’t and as unless I allow him to

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Chapter 205

aren’t returning her calls.”

I close my eyes, remembering Rina. The memory of her assaulting me in the shower, her clingy, desperate need to own me, makes my

stomach turn. I hate her with every fiber of my being. She is a parasite. But I have to play the game.

“I’ll speak with her later,” I reply, my voice carefully neutral. “She’s my future mate, after all. She can always wait. Hight now, I have a

vacation to enjoy. If that’s all, Father..

“Kal, he interrupts, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper. “If I find out you’re protecting that Valeria girl… if I find out you’re hiding her… you’ll regret it. Mark my words.”

My hand tightens around the phone until the plastic cracks. My jaw aches from how hard I’m clenching it. He knows. He suspects.

“We’re done here, I growl and cut the call before he can say another word.

I shove the phone back into my pocket, my heart hammering against my ribs. He’s threatening me with her. Every inch of my body is vibrating with a mix of fear for her and a need to destroy something. I need to talk to her. I need her to understand that this isn’t just about secrets anymore. This is about survival.

I head back to the living room, my boots slamming on the floor.

I scan the room, but she’s not there.

The spot where she was standing is empty. Kara is talking to Amara, Roman is nowhere to be seen, and Jackson is staring at the fireplace.

“Where is she?” I ask, my voice sounding more like a snarl than a question.

Kara looks up. “Who? Lyra? I think she went to get some water.”

I don’t wait. I turn and head toward the kitchen. My senses are heightened, pulsing with the need to find her. I can smell the faint, sweet scent of her, jasmine and something uniquely, inherently her It’s leading me toward the kitchen.

Deep down, I know I’m using the excuse of “talking about the danger to get to her. I’m obsessed. I can’t stand not having her in my line of sight. I need to know she’s safe, I need to know she’s mine, even if she fights me for it

Lapproach the kitchen door, my steps slowing. I hear voices. Low, soft voices.

As I get closer to the room, I start to feel another presence with hers. Someone is in there with her

1 tense. My muscles crill, ready to snap. I don’t make a sound as I reach the dourway.

The I see them

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