Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Davelina’s POV

Inside was a small bathing chamber. A large wooden tub sat in the center, already filled with water. But it wasn’t steaming yet-the water

looked lukewarm at best.

Madam Victoria followed me into the room, carrying a large kettle. Steam rose from its spout.

“The water needs to be heated,” she explained, pouring the hot water into the tub. “I’ll need to make several trips. You can start removing your dress while I prepare.”

She left to fetch more hot water, and I began the painful process of peeling the dress away from my wounds.

When Victoria returned with another kettle, I asked hesitantly, “Does… does Lord Fergus live here? In Howling Fortress?”

Victoria poured the second kettle into the tub, testing the temperature with her hand.

“Not permanently,” she said. “Lord Fergus has his own territory-the northern islands, covered in forests. Ashclaw Castle is his true home.

She went to fetch another kettle.

“But since the King’s… condition worsened,” she continued when she returned, “Lord Fergus has maintained chambers here. Someone needs to handle the things the King can no longer manage.”

She poured the third kettle, and steam began rising properly from the tub now.

“So he’s essentially ruling in the King’s place?” I asked.

Victoria’s expression became carefully neutral. “Lord Fergus would never claim such a thing. He is merely… assisting. Temporarily. Until the King recovers.”

If he recovers, I thought but didn’t say aloud.

Victoria tested the water again. “This should be adequate now. Take your time bathing. I’ll wait outside.”

She left, closing the door behind her.

The fabric stuck to my wounds, making me hiss with pain as I pulled it away.

When I was finally naked, I caught sight of myself in a small mirror hanging on the wall.

Oh God.

My entire back was a mess of welts and cuts. Blood had dried in dark streaks. Bruises were forming-purple and yellow splotches across my pale skin.

My breasts were marked with bite marks and finger-shaped bruises. My thighs bore scratches from rough handling.

And between my legs… I was swollen. Sore. The aftermath of being fucked by too many men in too short a time.

I look like a whore who’s been beaten by her customers.

That’s essentially what I am now, isn’t it?

I turned away from the mirror and approached the tub. The water was hot-almost too hot-but I didn’t care. I needed to be clean. Needed to wash away the dried cum and blood that still covered me.

I lowered myself into the water slowly, biting my lip to keep from crying out as the heat touched my wounds. It burned. But after the initial shock, the warmth began to soothe.

I sank down until the water covered me to my neck. Closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath.

This is the first moment of peace I’ve had in… how long? Days? Weeks?

I stayed like that for several minutes, just floating. Trying not to think about what was waiting for me after the bath.

Fergus. I used my magic on Fergus today.

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