Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Natasha’s POV

I swallowed hard. My throat was dry as sand.

“Yes,” I whispered. Keeping my voice low. Hoarse. Barely audible.

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“How fascinating. Selene straightened up, one hand moving to rest on her swollen belly. “In five hundred years, he’s never shown interest

in males. Never. His appetites run exclusively toward females.”

She circled the cot slowly, her eyes never leaving me.

“So tell me,” she continued, “why you? What is it about you that drew the King’s attention?”

“I- I had to stop, swallow again. “Don’t know.”

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“You don’t know.” Her tone was flat. Skeptical.

“I was running,” I said, keeping each word short. Painful. Like speaking took tremendous effort. “He chased me. Caught me.”

“And raped you.”

I closed my eyes briefly. “Yes.”

“Brutally, from what I hear. Tore you apart. Left you bleeding on the floor.”

“Yes.”

Selene stopped her circling and stood at the foot of the cot, studying me.

“And yet here you are,” she said. “Still breathing. Still conscious. That’s remarkable. Most humans don’t survive an encounter with the

King.”

I said nothing. Just looked at her with what I hoped was dull, dying eyes.

“Especially not males,” she continued. “Males hold no interest for him. They never have. So how is it possible that you survived?”

“I don’t- I coughed weakly. “I don’t know.”

Keep the answers short. Don’t elaborate. Don’t give her anything to work with.

Selene’s eyes narrowed. “You’re very pretty. For a boy.”

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My heart stuttered but I kept my face blank.

Too pretty, really,” she said, moving closer again. “Delicate features. Soft skin. Those eyes-*

Her hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at her.

“If I didn’t know better,’ she murmured, ‘I’d think you were a girl.”

“I’m not, I whispered. Two words. Simple. Direct.

“Mmm. She released my chin and stepped back. “Perhaps.”

She crossed her arms beneath her massive breasts, her expression thoughtful.

I looked up at her, and for a moment, I saw something flicker in those amber eyes. Something complex.

Jealousy.

Raw and burning, bright as a flame.

But beneath it-something else. Something I didn’t expect.

Pity.

She saw a broken boy lying in this cot. Someone who was dying.

The pity lasted only a moment before the jealousy surged back, harder than before. Her jaw tightened. Her hand moved protectively to her

swollen belly.

She hates that the King touched me. But she also sees me as pathetic. Beneath her. Not a real threat.

“Pathetic,” she said finally, her voice softer now. Almost gentle.

I didn’t respond. Just kept my eyes on her, waiting.

She sighed a long, weary sound-and her expression shifted. The cruel mask slipped slightly, revealing something more genuine

underneath.

“Do you know why there are so few Lycan females?” she asked suddenly.

I shook my head weakly.

“A curse,” Selene said, her voice taking on a strange quality-part anger, part bitterness. “Centuries ago, before we came to these islands, our people committed a great sin. Something so vile, so against nature, that the gods themselves took notice.”

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She paused, her hand moving in slow circles over her belly.

“And as punishment,” she continued, “they cursed us. Made it so that for every ten girls born, only one survived.”

Her amber eyes fixed on me.

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“That’s why the males hunt human women,” she said. “Why they raid your villages and drag girls back here. Because there aren’t enough

Lycan females to go around.”

I nodded slightly, showing I understood. But said nothing.

“And now- Selene’s voice turned sharp with contempt. -now they’ve gotten so desperate they’re even fucking boys. How pathetic.”

She laughed-a bitter, angry sound.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? The Lycan females grow fewer with each generation. We become precious. Rare. Valuable. And what do the males do?

Do they cherish us?”

She shook her head.

“No. They turn to human women instead. Prefer your kind over their own. And now they’ve stooped even lower. Now they’re so cock- hungry they can’t even tell male from female anymore. They just see a pretty face and a tight hole and that’s all that matters to them.”

Her expression twisted with disgust.

“A bunch of beasts thinking only about where to stick their cocks next. Pathetic. All of them.”

I watched her, fascinated despite myself. There was so much rage in her. So much resentment.

She hates them. Hates all of them.

“But you,” Selene said, her attention snapping back to me. “You’re dying, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. It wasn’t hard to make my voice sound weak. Defeated.

She smiled-cold and satisfied. “Good.”

She moved toward the door, then paused and looked back at me.

“Has anyone told you about the new shipment of slaves arriving tonight?”

I forced myself to look at her. Shook my head slightly.

“Fresh meat from the mainland,” she said. “Young girls. Pretty ones. One of them will be sent to the King’s den tomorrow night.” She

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