Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Natasha’s POV

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The wolf stepped through the hole he’d just made in the wall, his massive body filling the entire space. Dust and debris fell from his black fur

like snow. His shoulders were so broad they scraped against the sides of the opening. His head-God, his head was enormous-nearly touched

the ceiling.

In the pale moonlight filtering through the window, I could see him clearly for the first time.

He was beautiful.

Terrifying, but beautiful.

Black fur rippled over muscles that bunched and shifted with every movement. His legs were thick as tree trunks, ending in paws the size of dinner plates, each toe tipped with a curved claw that looked sharp enough to split stone. His tail-long and bushy-swayed behind him like a living thing.

But it was his eyes that held me frozen.

Red. Burning red. Like someone had taken two coals from the hottest fire in hell and placed them in his skull.

Those eyes fixed on me.

And everything else-Lucy, the room, the entire goddamn world-just… disappeared.

There was only him. And me.

He took a step forward. Slow. Deliberate. His claws clicked against the stone floor with each movement.

Click. Click, Click.

I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, my back hitting the wall. The shelves rattled beside me. A bottle fell and shattered, the sound impossibly loud in the silence.

Nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

This is it. This is how I die.

“Natasha!” Lucy’s voice came from somewhere to my left, high and panicked. She’d pulled herself upright, one hand pressed to her ribs where shed hit the wall. “Natasha, I-I can’t-”

The wolf’s lips curled back, revealing teeth the length of daggers. A growl umbled through his chest-so deep I felt it in my bones, in my teeth, in the marrow of my spine.

It wasn’t a warning.

It was a promise.

Lucy whimpered. I heard her footsteps-unsteady, shuffling-backing away backing toward the broken doorway behind the wolf.

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“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. Im so sorry, Natasha, I can’t- can’t fight that-I can t-

“Lucy-” I tried to call out to her, tried to beg her to stay, but my voice came out as barely a whisper.

The wolf’s growl deepened. His eyes never left me, but his body shifted slightly-blocking Lucy’s path, giving her room to escape.

He wants her to leave. He wants me alone.

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Lucy stumbled past him, giving him as wide a berth as the small room allowed. She was crying openly now, tears streaming down her face, her whole body shaking.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, looking back at me one last time. I’m so, so sorry-*

And then she was gone. I heard her footsteps running down the corridor, fading into nothing.

The door-what was left of it-swung shut.

I was alone.

Alone with the beast.

The wolf lowered his head, bringing his muzzle level with my face. He was so close I could see the individual hairs in his fur, could count the

scars that crisscrossed his snout. His breath was hot and wet, reeking of blood and raw meat and something else-something wild and primal

that made my hindbrain scream.

Drool dripped from his jaws, landing on my chest, my arms, soaking through the thin fabric of my clothes. It was warm. Thick. I could feel it

seeping through to my skin.

He’s going to kill me. He’s going to rip me apart like he did those guards.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing myself as flat against the wall as I could. My whole body was shaking so hard my teeth chattered “Please,” 1 whispered. “Please, just-just make it quick-

Instead of teeth closing around my throat, I felt… claws.

Impossibly sharp, but strangely careful. They hooked into the collar-right at the base of my throat-and pulled

The fabric tore like paper.

My eyes snapped open. “What-

He didn’t stop.

His claws moved down-methodical, deliberate-shredding my clothes piece by piece. The shirt. The binding wrapped tight around my chest.

The trousers. Every my underwear. Everything.

“No-” I tried to push his massive paw away, but it was like trying to move mountain. My hands slapped uselessly against his leg. “No, please, dont-stop-

He ignored me completely.

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Within seconds, I was naked.

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Completely, otterty naked.

The cold air hit my exposed skin and I gasped, my arms flying up to cover bryself-one across my breasts, the other pressed between my legs.

trying desperately to hide the soft flesh that I’d kept secret for so long

But he did I care about my modesty.

His nose-wet, cold, impossibly large-pressed against my collarbone. Healed deeply, his nostrils flaring. Then lower-dragging over the

pwell of my breasts, my stomach, my hips.

He was smelling me

Cataloging every inch of my body with that impossibly sensitive note.

And with each breath he took, that strange heat Id felt warber-down in the corridor, when I’d first descended into the forbidden zone-roared

tuck to life with a vengeance.

O God Of Not now. Not here.

It was happening again.

The Peral Heat

But this time, it was a thousand times worse.

My skin flushed hot despite the cold, a deep burning that started in my belly and spread outward like wildfire. My nipples hardened into painful points, so sensitive that even the brush of my own arm against the made me gasp. And between my legs-God-I could feel myself getting wet. Not just wet. Soaked I could feel it dripping down my inner thighs, slick and shameful

“No,” I whimpered, even as my body betrayed me, even as my hips shifted forward of their own accord, seeking friction, seeking something. “No,

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