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.

He opened the door. Dim corridor light spilled in.

Then he was gone, the heavy door swinging shut with a dull boom.

I collapsed back onto the stone bed, my body shaking with silent sobs. Every breath hurt. Every thought hurt. But none of it compared to the terrible knowledge settling in my chest.

The Lycan King had been searching for someone.

And that someone was Natasha.

Not me. Never me. I was just… contaminated. Marked with the scent of whoever that beast truly wanted.

That’s what he’d been frantically searching for while he rutted inside me.

Oh God. Oh God, no.

I pressed my face into the rough blanket, muffling the sound of my crying My whole body ached–the tearing between my legs, the deep bruising in my abdomen where the knot had locked us together, the claw marks on my hips and throat.

Every thought hurt. But none of it compared to the knowledge that I would have to endure that hell again.

And again.

And again.

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Until either the Lycan King killed me, or worse–until they discovered the truth about Natasha and fed him to that monster instead.

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My hand drifted to my abdomen, where the worst of the internal tearing had occurred. I could feel the rough edges of half–healed wounds, the deep bruising that went all the way to the bone. The King had been inside me for hours. Had locked himself there with that grotesque knot, pumping his seed into me while I screamed.

I should have died.

Part of me had died.

But now the only person who could save Natasha was me.