Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Davelina’s POV

ས ཋ 72%

“Lucy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know-

“Don’t be.” She picked up the rag again, scrubbing at a bloodstain with unnecessary force. “It’s better than the alternative. At least with one owner, you know what to expect. You learn their preferences. Their moods It’s… manageable.”

Manageable.

What a horrible word for what she’s describing.

“The outside world isn’t much different, you know,” Lucy continued, her voice bitter now. “Men in London, men in this fortress-they’re all the same. They see women as objects. Tools for breeding and pleasure. The only difference is that here, the Lycans are more honest about it. They don’t pretend we’re equals. Don’t dress it up with false promises of love and respect.”

“That’s not” I started to protest, but she cut me off.

“Isn’t it?” Lucy’s eyes blazed. “In the human world, women can’t own property. Can’t vote. Can’t hold real jobs beyond servant or seamstress. We’re traded like livestock-from father to husband, our worth measured i dowries and fertility. At least here, everyone acknowledges what we really are: the Lycans’ slaves. And they’re exactly what they appear to be-redators who want to fuck you, bleed you, or kill you. Sometimes all three. The only advantage is that at least you know where you stand.”

where vid se

I didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t wrong-not entirely. I’d seen how women were treated in Westbay. How my mother had to defer to my father in all things. How daughters were valued only for their marriage prospects.

But this-this island, these monsters-this was worse. Had to be worse.

Didn’t it?

“So some Lycan owns you,” I said quietly, bringing us back to the original topic. “That’s why you’re still here. Still alive.”

Lucy nodded, her anger fading back into that resigned exhaustion. “His name is Roderic. Roderic doesn’t beat me as often as some of the others beat their slaves. He feeds me enough to keep me alive. But make no mistake-he’s still a monster. He still hurts me. Still uses me however he wants, whenever he wants. And if I displease him, if I’m not enthusiastic enough or submissive enough- She touched her ribs briefly, and I

saw her wince. -he reminds me what I am.”

“I’m sorry,” I said again, because what else could I say?

Lucy waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t be. Like I said-it’s manageable. And it keeps me out of the breeding pens. That’s worth something.”

We lapsed into silence again, both lost in our own dark thoughts.

I watched Nathan breathe and tried not to think about what would happen when-if-she woke up. Tried not to imagine the pain she’d be in.

The trauma she’d have to process.

She’s so young. Too young for this.

We all are.

III

<

1/3

19:34 Mon, Feb 16 GWG.

Chapter 41

Hours passed. The lamp burned lower. Lucy changed Nathan’s bandages twice more, her movements practiced and efficient.

And slowly-so slowly I almost didn’t notice at first-the sky outside beg to lighten.

Dawn was coming.

72%

“We should check her wounds properly,” Lucy said as the first rays of pale sunlight crept through the high window. “See how bad the damage really is. Maybe there’s more we can do to-

She stopped abruptly, her eyes going wide.

“What?” I asked, alarmed. What’s wrong?”

“Her stomach.” Lucy was staring at Nathan’s abdomen. “Look at her stomach.”

1 followed her gaze-and felt my heart stop.

The grotesque swelling from last night was… smaller.

Not gone, but noticeably reduced.

How is that possible? It’s only been a few hours.

‘Help me, Lucy said urgently, already moving to pull down the blanket covering Nathan’s lower body. “We need to see-

Together, we carefully removed the oversized trousers Lucy had dressed her in. The fabric was soaked through with blood and other fluids, sticking to Nathan’s skin.

When we finally got them off, I had to cover my mouth to keep from gasping.

The wounds-the horrific tearing and bruising that had covered Nathan’s nner thighs and groin-were healing.

Not healed. But healing.

Where there had been raw, mangled flesh last night, now there was… inflammation. Bruising. The kind of injury you’d see a week after trauma,

not hours.

And her vaginal opening-which had been stretched impossibly wide, torn at the edges-had contracted. The tissues looked swollen and angry, but they were closed. Like a sponge that had been compressed and was now returning to its original shape.

“This isn’t possible,” I whispered.

Lucy said nothing. She just stared, her face white as bone.

“I mean, I knew Endurers healed faster than normal women, but this- Iestured helplessly at Nathan’s body. “This is-

“Remarkable, Lucy finished, her voice awed. “This is remarkable. I’ve never seen a real endurer before.”

She looked up at me, her eyes sharp.

三

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify