The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 32

Beryl’s wolf came to full alert, warning her of danger. Beryl turned to Lyra with a worried look on her face. “I think we should leave, it’s not safe out here.”

“That is Victoria’s scent, right?” Lyra asked, recognising the werewolf’s scent in the air. “She might be injured.”

Beryl was aware of that, but what she was more worried about was the other scent in the air. “She deserves whatever came to her,” she said, taking Lyra’s hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

“We can’t just leave her,” Lyra said. Sure, Victoria was not her biggest fan, and Lyra was apprehensive at what kind of creature could have injured her, but they could not just leave her. What if her life was in danger?

“Maybe we should go back and report,” Beryl said. Whatever creature was out there was giving her wolf a very bad feeling. It was nothing either of them could face. “They will send warriors to go check it out.”

“But it might be too late by the time they found her,” Lyra said.

“It’s not safe for us either,” Beryl argued. “It’s not worth it to walk into danger because of her.”

“How about you go and call for help, and I’ll look for her?” Lyra suggested.

“What? No!” Beryl exclaimed. “I can’t leave you out here alone.”

“You can shift but I can’t, so you’ll get back to the Academy much faster,” Lyra told her. “Don’t worry, I’ll not go rushing into danger. If I cannot help her alone, I’ll wait for you to get back with back up.”

“You are crazy,” Beryl said, not liking the idea at all. Sure, Lyra was right, she would be able to get help much faster. But… “She was so nasty to you, why do you care what happens to her?”

“I don’t hate her enough to leave her when her life could be in danger,” Lyra said. “Besides, if we rescue her, maybe she’ll leave me alone in the future, right?”

Victoria probably would. Not out of gratitude, but due to humiliation that she got saved by an Omega. Beryl knew Victoria well, and her pride knew no bounds.

Beryl squeezed Lyra’s hand. “Promise me you will be careful. Do not get into any fights you cannot handle.”

“I won’t,” Lyra promised. “Don’t worry, I’m quite good at survival.”

Beryl pressed her lips together and nodded. “Alright. I’ll be back soon.”

After giving Lyra a quick hug, Beryl shifted and ran towards the school. Lyra moved towards the direction where the scent of blood was emanating, being extra stealthy. Finally, she spied a huge wolf through the bushes. Her eyes widened at the sheer size of it.

She held as still as possible as she observed the scene. Not far from the giant wolf, Lyra spied Victoria lying in a pool of blood. Lyra pressed her hands to her face to stifle her gasp and quickened breathing. Breathing deeply behind her palms, she forced herself to calm down.

Her brain raced with possible solutions. Clearly, waiting for Beryl to get back with help was no longer an option. There was no telling how much longer the wolf would wait before tearing Victoria into pieces.

She heard rustling nearby, and her heartbeat skyrocketed. She shut her eyes tight, as if not seeing him would mean that he too could not see her.

“If you show yourself,” the monster said, “I’ll be nice. But if you waste any more of my time, well. I can’t promise to be a gentleman.”

Lyra bit her lip hard. His voice was getting closer. A few moments later, she could hear the sound of his footfalls on the forest floor. She cracked her eyes open. The wolf was about fifty yards away, facing the other direction. Then, while she watched, he turned, his eyes focusing in the direction of her bush.

Lyra’s breath caught in her throat, producing the smallest of sounds. But, apparently, it was more than loud enough to catch his attention. A second later, she found herself staring into yellow eyes through the thicket.

She did not think twice before bolting and running for her life. She could not tell where and in which direction she was going as leaves and twigs slapped her in the face and her feet bounced off the forest floor. Her eyes searched frantically for a hideout, but there was nothing but trees.

Trees.

She could not beat him on the ground, but if she climbed a tree, with his huge size, maybe it would even out the odds a bit in her favour. It might not keep her from him for long, but it might be enough to buy her time until Beryl got back with help.

She spied a tree that was taller than the rest and sprinted towards it. When she was only a few feet away, something–someone–grabbed her from behind, snatching her right off the ground.

She shrieked, fear overwhelming her. Was this how she died?