The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 30

Julian caught Lyra in his arms and carried her to Beryl. Beryl was not only the daughter of his mother’s cousin but also an accomplished wolf healer. Julian could trust her to take good care of Lyra and keep it confidential.

Beryl was staying in one of the residences in the palace, and she opened the door as soon as Julian knocked.

“What are you…” she trailed off as she noticed Lyra in his arms. Quickly, she stepped back and let him inside. After closing the door, she hurried past him and led him to her bedroom. “What happened to her?”

Julian laid Lyra on the bed gently, his eyes taking in her bruised face and ruined dress. Stepping back, he turned to Beryl. “Help her.”

Beryl did not need him to say anything as she was already reaching for her medical bag. She sat down next to Lyra and examined her surface wounds, then listened to her heartbeat and breathing.

“Is she okay?” Julian asked.

“She’ll be,” Beryl said after confirming that Lyra was not in any mortal danger. Looking at her friend, she could only guess what had happened. And looking at her cousin, she could also guess why he was the one bringing Lyra to her. Unimpressed, she shot him a judgemental look. “Where were you when all of this was happening to her?”

Julian clenched his hands into fists. “What do you mean? Did something happen to her?”

He thought he had gotten there on time, right? Because if anyone had touched her, he was going to turn the palace upside down to find them and hang them by their balls. He felt disgusted by himself for not going to get her earlier.

“She was clearly attacked,” Beryl said. “Fortunately, it’s just surface wounds. I don’t understand why you would leave her by herself if she is your mate. You know what happens tonight. Do you not care if she lives at all?”

“Good question,” Yuri commented sourly. He was deeply hurt to see their mate in that state, and he blamed it all on Julian. If Julian hadn’t dallied, Lyra never would have been exposed to such danger. “It’s like you keep forgetting that you need her to stay alive.”

She could have died. Julian knew that without a doubt. And not because he had seen her with the knife to her throat. Those males would have violated her and then left her for the dead, if not downright killed her.

She couldn’t die.

If she did, he would too. It was as simple as that. He needed to protect her. Omega or not, she was his mate, and she was tied to his curse. He could not stand aside and act like he didn’t care what happened to her. He had to care or he would be fucked too.

“Can you heal her?” he asked Beryl.

“Of course,” she said, getting ready to transfer her energy to Lyra. Wolf healers were more attuned to the body’s anatomy and physical needs and could effectively channel their energy to deal with different ailments accurately. While some werewolves could heal without being healers, wolf healers had a special gift that was often inherited genetically. “But she is very weak and should improve her physical condition.”

“Maybe you can help her with that instead of always complaining about how weak and powerless your mate is,” Yuri said. “Beryl was always the smart one in this family.”

After Beryl performed her healing routine, they waited for Lyra to come around. Julian paced the entire time, going through a myriad of emotions. Hate and anger when he thought about Drake and his cronies, a surge of protectiveness when he looked at Lyra, and disgust when he thought about his own actions.

Beryl did not have any personal interests in Lyra, but she was looking at him the same way Zero had done–like he was the worst mate to ever walk the earth.

Zero's words rang in his brain.

What’s the use of being the Lycan King if you cannot protect your own mate?

A moan coming from the direction of the bed was what alerted the two of them to Lyra coming around. Beryl hurried to her side, and so did Julian. Lyra had a pinched look on her face, with her bottom lip trapped beneath her teeth and her legs rubbing against each other.

“Is she okay?” Julian asked, looking at Beryl with worry etched on his face. “Is she in pain?”

Beryl looked at him and blinked. The air was saturated with Lyra’s scent. Had he lost his sense of smell, or was he too worried to see what was going on right in front of his eyes? “No, she is not okay. She is in heat and it’s quite uncomfortable if she does not mate.”

“Oh,” Julian mumbled, looking back at Lyra. Yeah, he could certainly feel the waves of energy emanating from her body. That, and the scent of her arousal. He got an instant erection. She was the flame, and he was the moth.

“You should get her out of here,” Beryl told him.

When Julian scooped Lyra up in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. She mumbled unintelligible things as he made the way back to his suite, her warm breath heating up his skin.

By the time he got to his place, she was wiggling in his arms restlessly and trying to get rid of his clothes. It took him a lot of control to not lay her on the ground outside and have his way with her right there and then.

The moment he laid her down on his bed, she pulled off her dress and threw it to the floor. “Help me,” she moaned as she got rid of her soaked panties as well.

Julian swallowed hard. Help her? Yeah, he would. He got undressed in record time and got into bed with her. She jumped onto him, sitting on his lap and reaching for his cock without hesitation. He was hard as a rock, so when she pressed him to her centre, he penetrated her vagina effortlessly.

Lyra cried out, not making any effort to arrest the noise. But of course, she was beyond care. Her pussy was so wet that her fluids coated his cock with just the first thrust. It did not take long for both of them to come the first time. But that did not mean anything. Rather than their bodies getting any sort of release, they got hungrier for each other.

After the second time, he was able to regain some control over his body, while she seemed to still be deep in the throes of her heat. It was time to have some real fun.

Julian wrapped his arm around her body and manoeuvred her onto her back. Lyra reached for him as he trapped her to the bed with his body, but he captured her hands and held them above her head. She writhed and whimpered, her body arching off the mattress.

“Please,” she pleaded.