The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 87

Nile took slow steps towards them, the smirk on his face widening. “This is great,” he said, “I get to take both of you down together. Romantic, right?”

“In your dreams,” Lyra told him through clenched teeth. Was it a coincidence that he had found the secret chamber at that moment, or had he been following her?

“Earlier, you were lucky,” Nile told her. “You caught me off guard. This time, you are at my mercy.”

Slowly, Lyra got to her feet. “You are dreaming if you thought you could walk into our territory and take whatever you want. When I'm done with you, your head will be hanging outside the city gates as a warning to the likes of you.”

Nile laughed maniacally, throwing his head back. “You are the one who is dreaming, little shewolf,” he told her. “It's over. Accept it. He is going to die in the end.”

“You are the only one dying here,” she spat, then lunged at him. He reacted immediately and rushed towards her.

She jumped and aimed a punch at his face, but he met her fist with his open palm, blocking her attack. Using his other hand, he shoved against her chest, throwing her against the wall.

“Lyra!” Julian shouted, trying to get up. The small effort caused a rush of pain through his body, and his chest felt like it was on fire. His body was also weak, with no strength that could support his limbs. He was forced to settle back onto the floor. “Leave!”

Ignoring his warning, Lyra lunged towards Nile again. Throwing her entire weight behind her body, she slammed into him, forcing him onto the floor. Before he could react, she held him down by the shoulder and punched him several times in the face.

But Nile was a strong Alpha male, and he easily rolled her off him and onto the floor. He punched her like she had punched him, his lips peeled back in a snarl. “Stupid fucking bitch! I'll teach you a lesson.”

While he attacked her face, he was not holding her lower body down to the floor firmly. Lyra jerked her hips upwards, knocking into his behind. Caught off guard, Nile fell forward face first into the floor. Lyra twisted from beneath him and climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Nile reached for her arms and tried to free himself, but she held on tightly, choking him. Finally, he gave up and struggled to get on his feet. Stepping backwards, he slammed her against the wall. Lyra's head slammed back into the stone, causing her to lose her grip on him.

She slithered to the floor, her vision wonky from the hit on her head. Nile walked to her and started kicking her. “You think you can beat me? Uh? I'm the Rogue King. I'm the fucking king, and you are nothing but a–FUCKING BITCH!”

Nile’s expletive came after Lyra unsheathed one of her daggers and sliced across the back of his lower leg, injuring his tendon. Grabbing his leg, he limped backwards, more curses spewing from his lips.

Lyra got up, hunching over in pain. “Running?” she asked him mockingly. She spit blood to the floor and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Is the mighty rogue king afraid?”

Nile unsheathed a knife too. He glared at Lyra with eyes full of anger, his teeth bared. A pool of blood was gathering on the floor beneath his leg.

“Go now,” Julian told Lyra urgently.