The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 54

Lyra was not in the least interested in Crystal's apology, because she knew Crystal would never mean it.

The only reason she was here was because Julian had ordered her. Lyra could see that doing so was hurting her pride, and even if the apology had no effect on her, it was nice to see Crystal knocked down a peg or two.

After thinking for a while, Lyra said, “There's something you can do. If you do, I'll accept your apology.”

“What is it?” Crystal asked haughtily. “Do you want money? I can give you enough to live off for a lifetime.”

One side of Lyra's lips turned up. She could not even say that she was surprised that Crystal thought her money could fix everything. Not that anything was being fixed…

“I want you to serve as my servant for a day,” Lyra told her. “Once you do that, we’ll be even.”

Crystal stared at her blankly for a few seconds. Then, her face scowled in disgust. “You must be kidding.”

Nope. She just wasn't going to make it easy for her. Crystal, acting as a servant? Surely, she would not. Lyra was not interested in her sincere apology, but she did not want to cause trouble with Julian if Crystal blamed it on her. So, her best option was to give Crystal a task she would definitely refuse.

“No, I’m not,” Lyra said calmly. “That's what you have to do.”

Crystal scoffed and gritted her teeth. She could not imagine it. Her, a–a servant! How ridiculous! She had never been reduced to such a lowly position. “I can do anything else but that,” she told Lyra.

Lyra shrugged. “That's what I want. If you can't do it, you can leave. We are done here.”

Crystal glared at her. At that moment, she wished she had gotten rid of Lyra much earlier, back when she had been just a slave. Now, after being elevated to a guard, she acted like she owned the fucking palace. Where did she get the audacity to speak to her like that?

Crystal wanted nothing more than to leave and never look back. But that thought was quickly followed by a memory of Julian's threat. No matter how humiliating being a servant was, it wouldn't be more humiliating than Julian cancelling their engagement.

She took a deep breath. Fine. Once she was queen, she would make this bitch pay.

“Okay,” she told Lyra. “I’ll do it. Tomorrow?”

Lyra looked at Beryl, surprise in her eyes. The last thing she had expected was for Crystal to accept the condition. Looking back at Crystal, she said, “Yes. Don't be late.”

With her jaw clenched tight like a spring, Crystal turned and stomped out of the room.

“Holy heavens,” Beryl muttered after closing the door after Crystal. “I can't believe she accepted.”

They talked for a long time, imagining the things that would utterly make Crystal lose it. Even though her apology meant nothing to Lyra, she agreed that making her do something she absolutely detested would make her feel better about it. If it meant that Crystal would think twice before messing with her again, all the better.

After Beryl left, Lyra tried to go to sleep, but it wasn't easy. Lately, she had realised that her senses were sharper than ever. That night, what kept her up was Julian's scent. She knew he was nowhere near, and yet she could sense it as though he was in the next room.

Other than the scent, there was an ever-present feeling of connection to him she could always feel. It was like a tangible emotional bond. It was hard to tune it out, especially when she was alone and it was all quiet.

It would have been an amazing thing if her mate was not in the process of marrying another female. She hated feeling constantly connected to him like this because all it did was make her miserable.

She wondered whether he felt it too. If he did, what did it make him feel? Annoyed?

She turned in bed and closed her eyes, trying to ignore his scent and the longing that festered like a wound deep inside her. There was no use dwelling on something that only hurt her. He had chosen someone else. She had to accept the reality.

Unfortunately, reminding herself of the reality of the matter did not help much. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She wanted to turn back time and go back to when they had something good going on. That was what made it harder–knowing how good he could be to her. It would have been better if he had been a jerk throughout. That would have made it easier to fight her desire for him.

In the end, she found herself going back to the forest, to when he had made love to her and marked her on the forest floor. She could almost remember his every touch, kiss, sigh. The memory filled her with a certain warmth while also leaving a deep empty feeling inside her.