The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 73

“Kill them!” one of the warriors from the Red Moon Pack who was already in his human form cried, getting to his feet. He pointed an accusing finger at the rogue. “They deserve to die. All of them!”

Following his lead, a few other Red Moon warriors got up, baying for the rogues’ blood.

“Silence!” Lyra thundered through her mind, quickly calming down the rising clamour. “I need all of them alive, for now. Let us look for survivors first.”

Wasting no time, she quickly assigned members of her troops to different parts of the pack to look for survivors. While the rogues presented no threat under her wolf's control, she assigned a few of the royal guards to keep an eye on them at the mansion.

After arranging everything, Lyra shifted and made her way back inside the servant quarters, remembering the servants who had hidden upstairs.

“Lyra!” Beryl called from behind her. Lyra turned and found Beryl running towards her. Her friend's eyes were wide with excitement. “That was impressive! I thought we would lose and then boom! Who was it that said you cannot shift?”

“It doesn’t happen often,” Lyra told her. “I had no idea it was going to happen.”

“Well, your wolf is a sight to behold,” Beryl said. “I would hate to be your enemy!”

“I'm not really used to her,” Lyra said as she walked towards the stairs. “She comes when she pleases.”

“And when you need her, it seems,” Beryl said. “Where are you going?”

“There are some servants hiding upstairs. Some of them might need your help.”

After assuring the servants that everything was okay, Lyra led them to the mansion, where there was a designated area for survivors. Beryl got busy in the infirmary healing the injured who were brought in every minute.

As for Lyra, she walked around the pack, looking for anyone needing help. There was destruction everywhere. Some buildings had been burned to the ground while others were trashed. Everywhere she went, there were either bodies or badly injured werewolves.

She came across helpless pack members crying for help, some having lost their homes and loved ones. Despite the harsh treatment Lyra had received while living at the pack, she could not bear any ill thought towards them.

The Red Moon Pack was now ruined beyond recognition, and they had lost their Alpha. When Lyra had volunteered for the mission, she had thought it would be a quick hit, after which she would retrieve her inheritance and head back to the palace.

But now, even if she had quelled the rogues, it was impossible to go back and leave things as they were. The pack members needed help. They had lost so many lives, and now, they had no Alpha. Leaving them to their own devices would be like condemning them to a bitter end.

While she was looking around the training centre, Zero appeared with another male trudging behind him. “I found him.”

Lyra looked up and recognised the other male. It was Rick, who used to be Devon's Beta. Lyra had asked her warriors to be on the lookout for him.

Zero pushed Rick forward with a hand on his back. “He was trying to make his way out of the pack.”

Rock fell to his knees and clasped his hands together. “Please spare me. I'm sorry for everything I did to you in the past. It was all Devon's orders–”

“Why were you running away?” Lyra asked him, cutting short his tirade. No apology could make up for what he had subjected her to in the past. “Were you going to leave your members to die alone?”

“No!” Rick claimed. “I fought until the end. And then you showed up, and I…I thought you came to take revenge.”

Any other time, she would have been happy enough to take her revenge.

“Do you know where Devon is keeping my belongings?” she asked him. “It's a box–”

“Yes!” Rick claimed hurriedly. “He talked about it. I know where it is.”