Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 214

Isolde's POV

I knew I was in serious trouble the moment they locked me in this detention cell. The accusation wasn't just gossip or petty jealousy anymore—I was being formally detained for attempted murder with what they claimed was concrete evidence. The vial they'd found in my dress pocket contained silver ion extract, deadly to werewolves. If Evanthe had truly lost her baby...

Oh god. If she lost the baby, I could be charged with murder. And would Ezra really be able to save me by then？

My stomach twisted into knots as the implications crashed over me. I'd be blamed for killing an unborn Lycan child—Ezra's child, according to Evanthe. The thought made me dizzy with terror. Death was the penalty for killing a Lycan heir.

How could I have been so stupid? So careless? The dress—that damned dress Faye had insisted I wear. And I'd let her. I'd trusted her.

I was so stupid!

I paced the small cell, my fingers trailing along the cold metal bars. This wasn't just a regular holding cell—it was specifically designed to contain werewolves. The bars were reinforced with silver alloy—not enough to burn, but enough to weaken any wolf who touched them for too long. They'd thought of everything.

I sat on the cold bench in the detention room, my entire body aching. The tears I'd been fighting against spilled over, streaming down my cheeks in hot rivulets. With each sob, another piece of hope seemed to dissolve.

The sound of approaching footsteps made my heart skip. I quickly wiped my tears and stood up, my legs shaky beneath me.

Please let it be Ezra, or Orion, or Thalia—anyone who might offer a kind word or reassurance. I desperately needed something to hold onto, some confirmation that I wasn't completely alone in this nightmare.

When the door opened, my hopes collapsed. It was just a guard—young, with a stern expression that suggested he'd already decided I was guilty. He approached the detention cell door, his eyes locked on me with an expression I couldn't quite read.

My throat suddenly felt like sandpaper, reminding me I hadn't had anything to drink since before the gala. My tongue felt swollen, my lips parched and cracking.

"Could I have some water, please?" I asked, my voice low and raspy. "I'm thirsty."

The young guard looked me up and down, his lip curling into a sneer. "You're thirsty?" he repeated, his tone dripping with contempt.

I nodded, swallowing painfully against my dry throat. "Yes, I'm thirsty."

His face hardened into an expression of pure disgust. "Then drink your own piss, murderer!"

I recoiled as if he'd slapped me, shaking my head frantically as tears welled in my eyes again. "I didn't do it," I whispered, then repeated more firmly, "I didn't do it. I swear I didn't. I would never do something like that!"

The guard—his name tag read "Ollie"—had an evil scowl etched across his face as he took out his keys and unlocked my cell door. The metal made a harsh scraping sound that sent a chill down my spine. He stepped inside, and I felt my bones practically rattle with fear, my heart pounding in rhythm with the cracking of my skeleton.

"Can you repeat what you just said?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft. When I remained silent, frozen in place, he leaned closer. "Have you suddenly gone deaf? I said, repeat what you just said."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze, my jaw clenching tight. I wouldn't cower before him. I refused.

"I didn't do it," I stated, my voice firm despite my terror.

The words had barely left my lips when his hand connected with my cheek in a vicious slap. I cried out in pain as my teeth cut into the inside of my mouth, the metallic taste of blood filling my senses. My head snapped to the side from the force, and I instinctively raised my hand to cup my jaw.

Adrenaline flooded my system. I'd been pushed around, manipulated, and abused since arriving at Silver Moon, but I wasn't going to take this lying down. Not anymore.

I'm not going to just sit here and take it.

I slowly raised my head, a cold calm settling over me. When Ollie drew back his fist for another strike, I moved swiftly, grabbing his wrist and bringing my knee up hard between his legs. He let out a high-pitched, agonized scream, doubling over and clutching his groin, gasping for air.

Before he could recover, I clenched my fist and delivered a solid punch to his jaw, knocking him off balance. He stumbled backward, out of the cell, and fell to the floor outside. His face was a mask of pain mixed with shock and pure fear.

I was about to advance toward him when approximately five security personnel appeared in the hallway. One of them quickly locked my cell door, trapping me inside again while the others checked on Ollie.

"Ollie... what happened here?" one of them asked, trying to help him up.

Ollie angrily batted away his colleague's hand and struggled to his feet. "Nothing happened!" he snapped. "Get out." He glared at all of them. "All of you, get out!"

The five security guards exchanged glances but reluctantly left, their footsteps fading down the corridor.

Once they were gone, Ollie turned back to me, blood dripping from his mouth where I'd hit him. I met his furious gaze, raised my middle finger, and offered him a defiant smile.

"I'm still thirsty," I said.

"Like I said," he spat, blood staining his teeth, "drink your own piss!"

I pressed my lips together, suppressing the urge to laugh despite everything. At least I'd gotten one small victory.

The moment was broken when a staff member appeared with a tray of food. Ollie snatched it from them and sent them away with a harsh word. He looked at me through the bars, a cold sneer spreading across his face.

"Stop daydreaming!" he declared, malice glittering in his eyes. "You'll starve to death!"

He set the tray aside and walked away with an awkward gait that suggested his "family jewels" were still burning. Despite everything, I felt a flicker of satisfaction watching him go.

The moment I was alone, I slumped back down onto the floor, knees together, head resting on them as the reality of my situation crashed over me again. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes as I thought about everything that had happened.

The cell was silent except for my shaky breathing.

Please, let this be over soon, I prayed to whoever might be listening.