The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 108

“How is Zero?” Lyra asked Julian. Beryl was checking his condition while Julian and Asher stood by. Royal guards had rushed forward to keep guests from joining the fray on the altar.

“He is alive, but he needs immediate medical attention,” he told her. “We are taking him to the infirmary.”

“BEHEAD HER!” a guest screamed, trying to get past the guards.

“I’ve got this,” Lyra told Julian when he looked at Anna behind her. “Take care of Zero and I’ll deal with this.”

“Kill me,” Anna cried. “I’ve been bewitched. Someone is controlling me.”

Lyra turned to her and shook her head. “No. I’ll help you.”

Anna looked towards where Julian and Asher were lifting Zero onto a stretcher. “I almost killed him. I don’t know what I’ll do next.” Her eyes lifted to Lyra, full of fear and tears running down her cheeks. “Just kill me. I don’t want to hurt anyone else.”

“You won’t,” Lyra told her, taking a step towards her. “I won’t let you.”

Anna stepped back, moving farther from her. Her eyes jumped around the altar, as if looking for something. Finally, her gaze landed on a ceremonial sword resting on a stand. She turned and ran towards it.

Lyra, seeing her intention, ran after her. Anna managed to pull the sword from its scabbard, but Lyra knocked it off before she could put the blade to her throat. Grabbing one of the decorative sashes on the altar, Lyra used it to bind Anna’s hands behind her back.

“I’ll take her into custody and investigate the matter,” Lyra informed the crowd that was watching, calling for Anna’s execution.

“What investigation?” Alpha Lucian wondered. “We all saw what happened with our own eyes. She killed the Azure Alpha!”

“Alpha Zero is not dead,” Lyra informed them.

“She is a witch, who knows what poison she used?” Lucian demanded. “He’ll probably be dead before long. These witches strike to kill!”

“Anna is not a witch,” Lyra said firmly, “but a victim of one. We’ll help her and find out who is really behind this. Leave it to us.”

“What do you think I want?” she questioned back.

Anna–or rather, the witch possessing her–broke into laughter. “You are so full of yourself.”

“At least I don’t hide in the dark like a cockroach afraid of the light. If you want this kingdom, come and take it yourself if you can. Stop forcing people to do your dirty work.”

“You are the one who is afraid,” the witch said. “You don’t know what I’ll do next, or who I’ll choose as my next host. It must give you sleepless nights.”

“The only thing that gives me sleepless nights is imagining all the ways I’m going to make you pay for everything you have done,” Lyra told her.

The witch scoffed. “We’ll meet soon. Let’s see if you can live up to your word.”