Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Davelina’s POV

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Pain woke me.

Not sharp and sudden, but deep–a dull throb radiating from my core outward, settling into bone and muscle and torn flesh. My body felt shattered, pieces carelessly glued back together.

When I forced my eyes open, dim light stabbed through the crusted film on my lashes. Stone walls. Low ceiling. The faint crackle of coal fire.

I was alive.

The realization brought only dread.

I shouldn’t be alive.

Memories came in jagged fragments–the darkness of the King’s Den, the Heat of his body, the tearing pain as he-

I couldn’t finish the thought.

I lay on a stone platform covered with rough wool. Purple–black bruises covered forearms. My left wrist was swollen, possibly fractured.

I couldn’t bring myself to look lower.

The door opened.

my arms. Claw marks traced half–healed lines down my

I flinched, sending fresh agony through my body. My eyes snapped to the gure in the doorway.

Him.

Lord Fergus. The Northern Lord with mismatched eyes–one blood–red, one amber–gold. Silver–grey fur. Dark leather and furs. Even in semi- human form, he radiated predatory power.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice cold and empty. “Good. I was beginning to think you’d never regain consciousness.”

My throat was raw, voice broken. I couldn’t form words.

Fergus stopped at the foot of the bed, eyes traveling over me with detached assessment. “Three days unconscious. Madam Victoria wasn’t sure you’d pull through.”

Three days. Three days Natasha had been alone here.

“W–where… My voice cracked. “Where is my brother?”

Fergus’s amber eyebrow arched. “The boy? Nathan?”

1 nodded, pain shooting through my neck.

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“He’s alive. Working in the coal furnaces,”

Relief flooded through me. He’s alive. Still safe.

“Don’t cry yet,” Fergus said, tone darkening. “Whether he stays alive depends on you.”

My breath caught. “What do you mean?”

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Instead of answering, Fergus pulled a wooden stool closer and sat. “I need you to answer some questions. Truthfully. Your brother’s life depends

on it.”

I tried to sit up but failed. The pain in my abdomen was too intense, I manged to prop myself on one elbow, gasping.

“I’ll tell you anything,” I whispered. “Just don’t hurt him.”

Fergus leaned forward. “Tell me what happened in the Wolf’s Den. Everything.”

My stomach twisted. But for Nathan’s sake, I forced the words out.

“He was… huge. Bigger than any of you in beast form. He wasn’t thinking. Wasn’t aware. Just need. Hunger.”

“Go on.”

“He threw me down. Ilis hands-” I swallowed hard. “His hands were enormous. Burning hot. He held my hips and he… he started smelling me.”

Fergus leaned forward slightly, interest sharpening in his eyes.

“Smelling you? Where?”

“Everywhere.” The words came faster now, desperate to get them out. “My back, my arms, my hair. He kept sniffing, like he was searching for something. Like a hound that caught a scent but couldn’t find the source.

“Which parts did he focus on?”

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to remember through the baze of terror. My… my arms. Especially my left arm. He kept going back to it, sniffing harder, getting more… agitated.”

“And then?”

“Then he flipped me over. Pinned my throat. And he- My voice broke. “He forced himself inside me. But even while he was… doing that, he kept sniffing. Kept searching my skin. My arms, my chest, my hair. Over and over. Like he was frustrated he couldn’t find what he wanted.”

Fergus stood, pacing to the fire. His back was tense, calculating. “He was looking for something. Or someone.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t you?” He turned back to face me. “That beast has no mind left, girl No thoughts. Just instinct and need. But something on your skin triggered a response. Something that made him search instead of simply tear you apart.”

My left arm. The one Natasha had grabbed on the ship, clutching it so tightly I’d felt his nails dig in. The one he’d held even as they dragged us

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But I couldn’t tell Fergus that. Couldn’t risk-

“I don’t know what it was,” I whispered. “Maybe… maybe something from the ship? Or the oils Madam Victoria used?

“He didn’t find what he was looking for,” Fergus continued. “Whatever scen was on you, it wasn’t strong enough. And that’s what kept you alive -his frustration. His confusion. He couldn’t understand why the source wasn’t there.”

“I don’t-”

“It doesn’t matter if you understand.” Fergus straightened. “What matters this: you’re going back into that room soon.”

The words hit like a physical blow.

“No,” I breathed. “No, I can’t–I won’t survive another-”

“You will. You’ll do as you’re told.” Fergus moved toward the door. “Or would you prefer we send your brother to find out what the Wolf King

really wants?”

I tried to sit up fully, ignoring the screaming pain.

My blood turned to ice.

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