Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Natasha’s POV

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The tunic began to lift. The cool air hit my stomach. Another inch and they’d see the binding around my chest. And then-

A hand grabbed my wrist. Hard enough to hurt.

The grip was iron-strong, stopping my movement completely.

I gasped and spun around.

And found myself staring into achingly familiar brown eyes.

“Davelina?” The word came out as barely a breath.

It was her. My sister. Standing right behind me, her hand wrapped around my wrist with surprising strength.

She looked different from the last time I’d seen her.

But it was definitely her. Alive. Real. Here.

Oh God. Oh thank God.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only stare at her in disbelief and overwhelming relief.

She’s alive. She’s alive.

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Davelina pulled me backward gently but firmly, positioning herself between me and Sebastian. She moved with a grace I’d forgotten she possessed-fluid and confident despite her obvious exhaustion.

She leaned in close, her lips barely moving as she whispered in my ear. Her breath was warm against my skin.

“Get back,” she said, her voice so quiet only I could hear. “Stay quiet. No matter what I do, don’t speak. Don’t interfere. Do you

understand?”

“But-” I started.

“Natasha.” The use of my real name was jarring. A reminder of who I really was beneath the disguise. “Trust me. Please.”

Her hand squeezed my wrist once-reassurance, affection, goodbye-then released me.

She stepped forward, moving past me with deliberate grace. And then, in one smooth motion, she sank to her knees before Lord

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Sebastian.

The platform went silent. Every conversation stopped. Every movement ceased. All eyes turned toward my sister kneeling on the cold

stone.

Sebastian looked down at her with surprise that quickly morphed into rage.

“And why are you here?” he asked.

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“Forgive my boldness, my lord,” Davelina said. Her voice was clear and steady, carrying across the platform despite its softness. “But this

boy- She gestured back at me without turning.

She looked up at Sebastian through her lashes. Even kneeling, even exhausted and bruised, she was breathtaking. Her dark hair fell around

her face in waves. Her lips were full and red. Her eyes held a depth that drew attention like gravity.

“He’s just a boy,” she continued. “Inexperienced. Untrained. Hardly worth your attention or interest.”

She shifted slightly, and the movement made her dress slide lower on her shoulders, revealing more of her collarbone, the swell of her

breasts.

“I, however-” She paused, letting the implication hang. “-have been watching these other women perform for you and your honored

guests. And I believe I could provide far superior entertainment. If you would permit me, my lord.”

No. No, Davelina, what are you doing?

But even as horror flooded through me, I understood. She was offering herself. Sacrificing herself to save me.

Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.

The Lycans were already reacting. I could hear them murmuring, see them leaning forward in their seats.

“Holy fuck, look at her,” one of them breathed. A young officer with dark hair and hungry eyes. “She’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Stunning, another agreed. An older nobleman with silver at his temples. “Where has she been hiding?”

“Let her perform!” someone called out from the crowd. “We want to see her!”

“Yes! Let the beautiful one dance!”

More voices joined in. Within seconds, the entire platform was filled with calls for Davelina to perform instead of me.

Sebastian’s expression darkened. His jaw tightened. He clearly didn’t like having his authority challenged, even indirectly.

“I made my choice,” he said coldly, his words cutting through the noise. “The boy will strip. Now.”

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But Davelina wasn’t finished.

She turned her head slightly, and her eyes found Lord Fergus sitting in his throne to the left of Sebastian’s empty seat.

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Something shifted in her expression. Became softer. More vulnerable. When she spoke again, her voice had taken on a breathless, almost

pleading quality that I’d never heard from her before.

“Lord Fergus,” she said, and even from where I stood I could hear the carefully calculated seduction woven through every syllable. “Would

you… would you allow me to dance for you all?”

She tilted her head, exposing the long line of her throat. Her lips parted slightly.

“Please?” The question was barely above a whisper, but somehow it carried across the platform.

Her eyes locked onto Fergus’s. Wide and imploring. Desperate and desiring all at once.

Fergus had been sitting silently throughout the chaos, observing with the detached interest of a predator watching prey. But now his

amber eyes focused on Davelina with sudden, intense attention.

His gaze traveled slowly down her body-from her face to her throat to the swell of her breasts visible through her dress. Then back up to

meet her eyes.

A slow smile spread across his scarred face. It wasn’t kind. But it wasn’t cruel either. It was… interested.

“Well, he rumbled, his deep voice filling the space. “It seems the lady is quite eager.” He looked at Sebastian. “And the crowd certainly

wants to see her. Why disappoint everyone over a scrawny boy?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. And beneath it was an unspoken challenge-Are you really going to refuse me?

Sebastian’s face flushed with anger. His hands clenched into fists. But he couldn’t argue with another Lord in front of everyone. Especially

not Fergus, who was older, more experienced, and commanded far more respect among the Lycan nobility.

The silence stretched for several long seconds.

Then Sebastian waved dismissively at Davelina, the gesture sharp with suppressed rage.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “Perform then. Let’s see if you’re as good as you claim to be.”

The crowd erupted in cheers. Howls of approval. Stamping feet.

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