The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 46

Lyra yelled as she fell through the air before landing onto hard ground. Pain shot from her bottom to her back, causing her to wince. Shortly after she crashed to the ground, commotion rose around her, with the sound of scampering reaching her ears.

Forgetting her pain, she quickly reached for her gun and looked around. She was in a chamber of some kind–an underground room. But, despite the commotion, there was no one inside the room.

Frowning, she got to her feet and looked upwards. Above her head, there was a wooden trap door covering the hole she had fallen through. Swallowing, she stepped farther into the room. Even though she could see no one, there were many scents in the air, and many different sounds–whispering, breathing–reached her ears.

“Who’s there?” she called out, holding her gun ready.

There was no answer for a few moments. Slowly, Lyra made her way towards a passage leading away from the chamber. Finally, someone answered.

“Who are you?” It was a masculine voice, and seconds later, a male appeared from one of the passages. He looked warily at her gun and stopped. “What do you want?”

“I fell through by accident,” she told him, assessing him. Behind him, a female popped up. Then another male. Then another, and another. Soon, there was an entire group watching her, a few with crude weapons in their hands. “I don’t mean any harm.”

They were werewolves, alright. Rogues, from the look of things. But what were they doing living underground in the royal forest? Was this how they hid from the patrol guards?

“Where did you come from?” the male said.

“I’m from the palace.”

A murmur rose among the group.

“Are you here alone?” the male asked.

Lyra thought before answering that question. Even though the group looked scared for some reason, she knew nothing about them. They were rogues. She could not trust them, but she also could not make them feel like she was a threat when she was down in their den, alone.

“Yes,” she replied. She looked around. “How do I get out of here?”

One of the females stepped forward. “You don’t want to do that. There’s something out there, and you are lucky it didn’t get you yet.”

“What do you mean?” Lyra asked.

“There’s a monster wolf,” the male replied. “Several, actually. They’ve been showing up around here lately, so we built underground tunnels to stay away from them. It’s getting harder to even hunt nowadays because of them.”

A monster wolf? He must be talking about the corrupted wolves. And several? Lyra swallowed nervously. If there were so many of them that it sent rogues scampering to underground tunnels, then they had a serious problem on their hands.

If bitten by a corrupted wolf, a werewolf could mutate into one themselves. So, if corrupted wolves managed to attack such a group of rogues, the situation would escalate quickly. Realising that the group was not wary of her but of the monster wolf, she slowly put away her gun.

“Tell me about what you’ve seen,” she told them. “The palace has been tracking some strange creatures in the forest, but we’ve not caught any so far.”

“Why should we tell her anything?” another male, younger than the first one, asked. “The palace hunts us down too. Take her to the dungeon.”

“And who else do you think is capable of getting rid of those monsters?” the female asked. “If the palace does not take care of it, we’ll be stuck down here forever. We’ve not hunted in three days.”