Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Natasha’s POV

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The announcement came later that evening, just as the sun was setting and casting long shadows across the fortress corridors.

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All female slaves were to report to the bathing chambers immediately. It was a rare luxury-most of us went weeks, sometimes months, between proper baths. We made do with cold water and rags in our rooms, scrubbing away the worst of the filth but never really getting clean.

But tomorrow’s event required us to be presentable. The lords wanted their entertainment to look appealing, not covered in grime and

sweat.

Lucy left with the other women, giving me a worried glance over her shoulder before disappearing down the corridor.

I waited with the other male slaves in a separate holding area. There were maybe twenty of us-a mix of young boys and pretty-faced men who’d been deemed too valuable to waste in the arena.

The ones who’ll serve instead of fight. The ones who look feminine enough to appeal to certain tastes.

I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with the others. Some of them talked quietly among themselves. Others sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

After about half an hour, a Lycan guard appeared-a Lesser Lycan with amber eyes and a bored expression.

“You lot,” he said, gesturing at a group of us. “With me. We’re going to the creek.”

“The creek?” one of the boys asked. “Why can’t we use the baths here?”

“Because they’re full,” the guard said impatiently. “The women are using them. You’ll bathe in the creek outside the fortress. Now move.”

We filed out after him-six of us in total. The guard led us through the fortress and out a side gate I’d never seen before. Beyond it was a narrow path that wound through dense forest.

The evening air was cool against my skin. After so many days trapped inside the stone walls, it felt strange to be outside. Almost disorienting.

“Finally,” one of the other slaves said-a slender boy with dark curly hair and bright green eyes. “God, I can’t wait to actually feel again.”

“How long has it been for you?” another asked. This one was older, maybe early twenties, with sharp features and auburn hair. ‘Since y had a proper bath?”

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“Weeks, the first boy said. “At least three. Maybe four. I’ve lost track.”

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“Same,” a third voice chimed in-this one belonging to a stocky young man with dark skin and a cautious expression. “I smell like death. Literally. I can smell myself and it’s fucking disgusting.”

Nervous laughter rippled through the group.

I said nothing. Just walked and listened.

How long has it been for me? Since before I was captured. Since that last morning in my cottage by the sea.

God. That feels like a lifetime ago.

I tried to remember the feeling of being clean. Really clean. Not just wiping away surface dirt but actually washing properly, getting rid of all the accumulated filth and sweat and-

And cum. And blood. And everything else that’s been on me since I arrived on this cursed island.

My stomach turned. I pushed the thought away.

As we walked, I started to notice something about the other slaves.

Two of them-the slender boy with curly hair and the one with auburn hair-kept exchanging glances. Little smiles. Knowing looks. And the way they touched each other’s arms when they talked, casual but intentional.

They’re together. Or at least interested in each other.

The others seemed to be just… pretty. Delicate-featured. The kind of boys who might appeal to men with certain preferences. But not necessarily interested in other men themselves.

Like me. Except I wasn’t actually a boy at all.

I can’t bathe with them. I can’t let them see me.

Panic started to creep up my throat.

What am I going to do? How am I going to-

“So, the slender boy said, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. He was looking at the stocky one-the one who’d complained about s bad. “You nervous about tomorrow, Damien?”

“Why would I be nervous?” the stocky boy-Damien, replied defensively.

“Oh, I don’t know. The slender boy grinned. “Maybe because we’re all going to be groped and fucked by drunk Lycans while they watch

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“Shut up,” Damien muttered.

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“I’m just saying-” the slender boy continued, undeterred. “-if you’re going to get fucked anyway, might as well practice now. I’d be happy

to help. Give you some pointers.”

The others laughed. Even I couldn’t help a small smile despite my fear.

Damien just rolled his eyes. “I’m not interested.”

“Your loss,” the slender boy said cheerfully. He turned his attention to me. “What about you, Nathan? You’re awfully quiet back there.”

I kept my eyes on the path. “Just tired.”

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