The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 43

“I’m not sure I can help you with that,” Lyra told him.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Devon asked her. “Surely, they don’t pay the king’s bodyguard skimpily, do they?”

Lyra looked at him speechlessly for a few seconds. He wanted her to…give him her money? The money she earned? How on earth could she fix his pack’s finances with her salary? It’s not like she was getting paid an insane amount.

“I don’t think I can be any help to you with my salary,” she told him.

“Oh, come on,” he said, lifting his hand to stroke her cheek. Lyra pushed it away immediately. He snickered, then brought his lips close to her ear. “You seem to have made many important friends in the palace. I’m sure you can find a way to give me what I want. If you can’t, you know what will happen to your belongings.”

Lyra did not even want to think about what he was suggesting. Either way, she could not let him destroy the box. Her parents would not have left it to her with clear instructions on how to deal with it if it hadn’t been extremely important.

“I’ll do what I can,” she told him.

“Now, that’s what I like to hear,” he said, pulling back. “You wouldn’t have found your way to the palace if it were not for me, so you should show a little gratitude.”

“I have to go back to my post now,” she told him.

“What do you mean? We only spoke business, now we can really have some fun together.” He squeezed her side with his fingers, then rubbed his palm upwards towards her chest. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

Over her dead body. But before she could disabuse him of his wild idea, she felt an overwhelming presence next to them. Turning her head, she saw Asher standing right next to them. He gave Devon a cutting glare before focusing on her. “The king needs you right away.”

Devon removed his arms from around Lyra and held his hand out to Asher for a shake. “Hello, we’ve met before. I’m Alpha Devon of–”

Asher turned around and stalked off, ignoring him completely. Lyra allowed herself one satisfying look at Devon’s peeved face before following Asher. She wasn’t particularly happy about Julian summoning her, but anything that saved her from Devon was welcome at that point.

Asher led the way from the banquet hall and took the stairs. He stopped outside the door to Julian’s room. “He’s waiting inside.”

Lyra hesitated for a second. Why was Julian in his suite when the engagement party was still going on? Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, with the lights off and the bedside lamp set to low.

Her eyes made out Julian sitting on the armchair near the window, a glass of alcohol in his hand. Lyra took a couple of steps into the room and stopped, holding her hands in front of her. “I’m here, Your Majesty.”

He lifted his head and looked at her. His blonde hair which had earlier on been slicked back hung over his forehead and into his eyes. Even in the dim light, Lyra could feel the intensity of his gaze.

“Why are you standing so far away?” he asked her. “I don’t bite.”

Lyra took a few more steps towards him until she was right in front of his chair. “Did you need me for anything?” she asked him.

Why wasn’t he downstairs with Crystal? Why was he drinking? What the hell did he want with her?

“Am I bothering you?” he asked her. “Do you want to go back to your lover?”

Lyra’s brows pulled together in confusion. What was he…

Uh. Devon. He must have seen the two of them dancing.

“I was just being polite,” she told him.

“That’s an interesting way to be polite,” he said, putting his glass down and getting to his feet. “Letting him grope you and all but fuck you right in front of everyone. Did you miss him so much?”