Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Fergus’s POV

“Get her out of here,” I snapped, pointing at Davelina. “Now.”

Two guards moved forward immediately, grabbing the woman by her arms

She fought them. Actually fought-kicking, screaming, clawing at their faces with her fingernails.

“No! Let me go! NATHAN!” Her voice cracked, raw and desperate. “I won’t leave him! I won’t-NATHAN!”

The guards hauled her away bodily, her screams echoing down the corridor long after she’d disappeared from sight.

Silence fell.

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I turned my attention to Lucy, who knelt frozen beside the body, staring at nothing with those wide, haunted eyes.

“You,” I said, my voice sharp enough to make her flinch. “What happened Here?”

She didn’t respond. Didn’t even seem to hear me.

“I said, what happened?” I repeated, harder this time. “Speak. Now.”

Lucy’s head snapped up. For a moment, she just stared at me, her lips moving soundlessly. Then-

“The King,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse, like she’d been screaming for hours. “He-he came after us. Through the corridors. He was so

fast, my Lord. He killed-he killed everyone. The guards tried to stop him but he just-he just-”

She broke off, her whole body trembling.

I waited.

*He caught us,” she finally continued, her voice dead. Hollow. “Me and Natan. We tried to run but he was too fast. He- Her throat worked.

“He took Nathan. And he-he-

She couldn’t finish.

Didn’t need to.

I looked back at the boy’s body. At the blood. The cum. The way the clothes hung loose on his small frame, clearly not his own.

He raped him.

The King raped a human boy.

The thought didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense.

Mordred-or rather, the beast he’d become-had specific patterns. Specific Instincts. He went after women. Always women. Young, fertile, female. That was what his base nature demanded. That was what drove his rampages.

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Men held no interest for him. They were threats to be eliminated or obstales to be removed, but never-never-objects of sexual desire.

So why-

“A boy?” Gregor’s voice cut through my thoughts. He was staring at the boy with obvious disbelief. “The King went after a boy?”

“You dressed him,” I said. “Those clothes. You put them on him after… after it was over?”

Lucy nodded jerkily. “Yes, my Lord. His-his clothes were destroyed. Torn pieces. I just-I thought-”

She trailed off, her eyes darting nervously to the body and then back to me.

“Show me,” I said quietly.

Lucy’s head snapped up. “My Lord?*

“Show me the damage.” I kept my voice even, professional. “I need to assess how severe his injuries are.”

“My Lord, I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.”

For a long moment, Lucy just stared at me. Then, slowly-reluctantly-she reached out with trembling hands.

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She pulled back the hem of the boy’s shirt.

Behind me, I heard multiple sharp intakes of breath. Marcus made a strangled sound. Even Gregor cursed under his breath.

I just stared.

The boy’s stomach was worse than I’d thought. Massively distended, the skin stretched so tight it looked ready to burst. Dark bruises spread across his lower abdomen in vicious patterns-handprints, claw marks, signs of brutal internal trauma.

And beneath the waistband of the trousers-

Blood.

So much blood.

It had soaked through the fabric, creating dark, wet stains that spread down his legs. Mixed with it was that thick white fluid-cum,

unmistakably-forming a grotesque paste.

Lucy let the shirt fall back into place. Her hand shook as she pointed at the floor-at the massive pool of fluids surrounding the body.

“I don’t think you want to see the rest, my Lord,” she said quietly. Her voice was flat, emotionless, like she’d retreated somewhere deep inside

herself where the horror couldn’t reach. “It’s… it’s not something anyone should see.”

I believed her.

I’d seen Mordred’s victims before. Seen what his massive cock could do to human woman’s body. The tearing. The internal bleeding. The way

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their pelvises would sometimes just… crack under the pressure.

And this is a male. A boy. His body wasn’t designed for this. Wasn’t built to commodate-

How is he even still alive?

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“Where is the King now?” Gregor asked, “Has anyone found him?”

One of the guards-a senior officer named Aldric-stepped forward. His face was grim. “Not yet, my Lord. We’re still searching the lower levels.

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