Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Davelina’s POV

Please just walk past. Please don’t stop —

The footsteps stopped right outside the door.

Of God

The door burst open.

Five guards filled the doorway-all Lesser Lycans, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. They wore the black leather armor of the fortress guard, weapons strapped to their belts.

And behind them, stepping into the room with the swagger of someone who owned the world, was Lord Sebastian.

I’d seen him before. The young Southern Lord who’d been present during my… my time in the King’s den. He’d been the one to unlock the door. To push me through into that darkness.

I thought he was just following orders. Just doing his duty.

But the way he was looking at me now-

This wasn’t duty.

This was something else entirely.

“Well, well, Sebastian said, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you. Beautiful.”

I clutched the damp shift closer to my body, acutely aware of how thin the fabric was. How it clung to my wet skin, leaving little to the

imagination.

“My Lord,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I was just-I needed to dean up. After… after last night.”

“Of course you did.” Sebastian took a step closer, his eyes traveling down my body in a way that made my skin crawl. “Such a terrible ordeal.

Im sure you need… comfort. Someone to help you recover.”

Something in his tone made my stomach turn.

“I’m fine, my Lord. Lord Fergus ordered me to care for my brother. I should get back-

“Your brother can wait.” Another step closer. Now he was within arm’s reach, towering over me. “I want to talk to you. About your…

experience.”

Run. I need to run.

But there were guards blocking the door. And Sebastian was between me and the only exit.

I was trapped.

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There’s nothing to talk about, my lord,” I said carefully. “I survived. That’s all. Lord Fergus has already been informed-”

“Fergus.” Sebastian’s expression darkened slightly. Yes. Fergus and his so heart. Sending you back to nurse a dying boy instead of putting you to proper use.”

Sebastian reached out and ran a finger down my arm. I flinched back, but here was nowhere to go. The tub pressed against my back.

His hand moved to my hip, fingers digging into the still-tender bruises there.

His hand slid higher, cupping my breast through the thin shift. “These tits make me very, very thirsty.”

I slapped his hand away.

The guards tensed, hands moving to their weapons.

Sebastian just laughed.

“Spirit. I like that. He grabbed my wrist, his grip bruising. “Most of the slaves here are broken. Docile. But you-you still have fight in you. That’s good. I prefer my women with some fire.”

Your women.

He thinks I’m already his.

“Lord Fergus gave me orders,” I said, trying to pull my wrist free. His grip tightened. “I’m to care for my brother. If I don’t return-”

‘Fergus isn’t here,’ Sebastian interrupted. “And I outrank him in my own territory. Which means-” He yanked me forward, pulling me against

his chest. -what I say goes.”

His free hand tangled in my damp hair, tilting my head back to force me to meet his eyes.

You re coming with me,” he said. His breath smelled of wine and meat. “To my island. To my estate. You’ll serve me there. Warm my bed. Carry my pups. And if you’re very, very good- His lips brushed my ear. I might even let you see that brother of yours again someday.”

He released my hair and moved his hand to my throat, not squeezing, just. holding. A reminder of how easily he could hurt me if he wanted.

“Now,” he said softly. “You can come with me willingly. Walk out of here with dignity. Or-” His thumb pressed lightly against my windpipe.”

my guards can drag you. Your choice.”

“My brother-I gasped.

“Will be taken care of. Or he won’t. Honestly, I don’t particularly care. Sebastian’s smile widened. “Either way, you’re coming with me. So what will it be? Walk or be dragged?”

No. No, no, no-

I can’t leave Nathan. Not now. Not when she’s still-

“I’m supposed to be with the King,” I said desperately, grasping at straws. That’s why I was sent to his den. If you take me away, won’t that

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“The King?” Sebastian expression turned contemptuous. The King is a less beast who wouldn’t know the difference between you and any other warm body. Besides-He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my che-there will be fresh slaves arriving tomorrow. Young ones. Pretty ones. The beast can fuck them instead.

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