Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Natasha’s POV

Sebastian continued selecting. By the time he was done, he’d chosen ten women-all young, all attractive, all clearly terrified of what

awaited them.

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“I’m taking these to my quarters,” Sebastian announced. “For the rest of the evening. Maybe the rest of the week. We’ll see how long they

last.”

He strode toward the stairs, and the ten women followed, some stumbling, all crying.

Gregor watched them go, then turned back to the remaining slaves.

“I’ll take one as well,” he said. He pointed at a curvy brunette with large breasts. “You. With me.”

The woman came forward, her head bowed.

Gregor looked at Fergus. “And you?”

Fergus’s eyes hadn’t left Davelina the entire time. She still knelt where Sebastian had positioned her, covered in blood and cum, her body

trembling with exhaustion and pain.

“Her, Fergus said simply. “Tonight. Have her cleaned and brought to my quarters in Howling Citadel.”

He looked directly at Davelina for the first time. Their eyes met. I saw something pass between them-something I didn’t understand.

Recognition maybe. Or understanding.

Then he turned and walked away, leaving the platform without another word.

The crowd began to disperse.

The lesser nobles selected their own slaves-some taking multiple women, others just one or two. The female slaves were led away in

groups, their faces blank with shock and despair.

Within minutes, the platform that had been packed with Lycans was nearly empty. Only a few guards remained, along with the slaves who

hadn’t been selected.

And Davelina. Still kneeling. Still covered in filth.

I ran to her.

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My legs were shaking so badly I nearly fell twice, but I forced myself forward. Grabbed her dress from where it lay discarded on the stone

floor.

When I reached her, I dropped to my knees beside her.

“Davelina,” I whispered. “I’m here. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

She didn’t respond. Just knelt there, staring at nothing, her eyes glazed.

Oh God. What have they done to her? What have I done to her?

I tried to help her stand, but she couldn’t. Her legs wouldn’t support her weight.

“Here,” I said gently. “Let me help you get dressed first.”

I picked up her dress.

Carefully, as gently as I could, I lifted her arms and slipped the dress over her head. She didn’t help. Didn’t resist. Just let me move her

like a doll.

The fabric stuck to her skin where cum and blood had dried. She winced as I pulled it down over her back, but still didn’t speak.

Once she was dressed, we started walking toward the stairs that would take us back down to ground level. She leaned heavily on me, her

legs barely supporting her.

“I’m sorry,” I kept repeating, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry.”

My whole body shook with guilt and grief.

“It’s not your fault,” Davelina said through gritted teeth, though I could hear the pain in every word. “Don’t blame yourself. You had no

choice.”

But I did have a choice. I could have refused. Could have died rather than hurt her.

Except then we both would have died. And that would have been worse.

We descended the stairs slowly, painfully. Each step made Davelina whimper quietly. I tried to support as much of her weight as possible.

but she was taller than me, and my own body was exhausted.

At the bottom of the arena, we emerged into the cooling afternoon air.

The path back to Howling Fortress stretched before us-the same route we’d walked this morning, though it felt like a lifetime ago. Lycans still milled about, most of them drunk and rowdy from the day’s entertainment. Some eyed us with interest, but the collars around our

necks marked us as assigned slaves, and they left us alone.

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We walked slowly along the crushed stone path. Past the outer arena walls. Past the barracks where the lower-ranking Lycans lived.

Toward the massive dark shape of Howling Fortress rising against the darkening sky.

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We entered through a side gate used by servants and slaves. The guards barely glanced at us-just two more slaves returning from their

duties.

Inside, the corridors were dim and cold. We made our way through the maze-like passages toward the slave quarters in the lower levels of

the fortress.

Finally, we found a secluded alcove-just a small niche in the stone wall with a narrow bench. A place where we could talk without being

overheard.

Davelina collapsed onto the bench with a pained gasp, her back carefully kept away from the wall.

That’s when I couldn’t hold back anymore. The tears I’d been fighting came flooding out.

My body shook with the force of my crying. I buried my face in my hands, unable to look at her. Unable to face what I’d done.

“Natasha.”

Her voice was hoarse. Raw. But it was her voice. She was speaking.

I looked up at her through my tears.

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