Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 89

Isolde’s POV

I felt... wrong. My head spun like I was caught in some wild, endless carnival ride.

The slow, hazy relaxation I’d been floating in earlier vanished, replaced by a sharp, electric buzz that made my skin tingle.

It was as if my thoughts were slipping through my fingers, light and untouchable, like I was drifting on a damn cloud.

Someone pushed me down, and my body sank into something soft—leather, maybe? A sofa. I couldn’t tell.

I was high out of my mind, detached, lost in some fucked-up dream.

A sound cut through the fog. “Alright.” That’s all it said. Man? Woman? Didn’t matter.

My brain was too scrambled to figure it out. My lips curled into a stupid giggle, the sound bubbling up without permission. Hell, why not laugh? Laughing felt good. Everything felt... floaty.

I giggled again, louder this time.

Then more voices. Low murmurs weaving through the static in my head. “You can tell she’s wasted. Have your fun with her. Make sure you get it on video. I’ll need those soon.”

Fun. Video. Hell yeah, that sounded awesome! My foggy brain latched onto the idea—me, laughing and messing around for likes and shares. Who wouldn’t want that?

“Fun!” I blurted out, my voice slurring as another wave of giggles hit me. I pushed my hair back with clumsy fingers, pointing at the blurry shadows around me. Their faces looked... funny. Like warped clown masks or something, doubled and shifting. Were they men? Women? No clue. Just shapes swimming in my vision.

“Come on, what’re you all standing around for?” I mumbled, trying to jump to my feet. Bad idea. My legs wobbled like jelly, and I crashed back onto the sofa with a thud.

Damn, this thing was soft. Like sinking into a cloud made of butter. I stretched my arms out, running my hands over the leather. “Mmm... feels so nice,” I sighed, half-laughing again.

Voices floated back to me. “What’d you spike her drink with?” one asked.

Another chuckled darkly. “Enough to get her like this. Strong stuff. I’m out. Enjoy yourselves.” A shadow moved toward what looked like a door—a wobbly, swaying door. They passed through it no problem. Me? No way in hell could I manage that right now.

Another voice, deeper, rumbled nearby. “Where do we start?”

A reply came fast, dripping with something slimy. “That nightdress is getting in the way. Gotta come off. Let’s see what’s underneath.”

More murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. “Good call.”

Then, cruder: “Hurry up so we can take turns. Can’t wait to shove my cock into this bitch’s pussy!”

My brain snagged on those words—cock, bitch, pussy—but not how they meant them. Animals. Roosters, dogs, cats. Why were they naming livestock in a place like this? Were we playing some weird farm game?

Grown-ass adults naming barnyard critters—it was absurd. Hilarious. *Lyra* whimpered somewhere far off in my mind, scratching harder now, frantic. Danger, she seemed to say. But how could there be danger in talking about chickens and kittens?

“I love cats!” I shouted suddenly, my voice thick and sloppy. The room went dead silent for a split second before erupting into laughter. Deep, booming laughs. Men’s laughs.

I tilted my head, squinting at him—or at least at his blurry outline. Confusion churned slowly through the fog. “But... I don’t have any cats,” I mumbled.

“Oh, you do,” he shot back, still laughing. “You’ll find out where real soon.”

Hands tugged at me then. Rough fingers yanked at my waistband, pulling my pants down. Someone else fumbled with the buttons of my nightshirt. I smiled at them dopily. What were they doing? Looking for something?

My head felt stuffed with cotton candy, an empty balloon bobbing around the room. “Are you looking for my cat?” I asked the guy undoing my shirt.

He smirked—I think. Hard to tell through double vision. “No need. Knew where to find it since I was five.”

“Wow,” I breathed, impressed despite myself. “You must be super smart.”

“Fuck! She’s gorgeous!” another voice exclaimed nearby. More comments piled on. “Just looking at her perfect body sprawled on that couch gets me hard.”

I grinned at them—or at least where I thought they were. I slurred, “can you tell me where my cat is? I forgot.”

Someone groaned dramatically. “I swear to Moon Goddess, if she says shit like that again, I’m gonna blow without even touching her.” Another agreed instantly: “Same here.”

I just kept smiling like an idiot while their voices buzzed around me. Until someone barked a new question: “Who’s going first?” An eager reply snapped back: “Me! Me first!”

Then a voice sliced through from farther away, sharp and cold enough to pierce even my drugged-up haze. “Go where exactly?” My head lolled toward the sound. Couldn’t see jack shit—just another blurry shape—but irritation prickled me anyway.

The men around me gasped as one, fear lacing their tones. “Orion.”

Orion? That name rang a bell somewhere deep down. The new voice demanded again, danger humming beneath its calm: “What’s happening here?”

I bolted upright—or tried to—waving a hand wildly for attention before flopping back against the couch. “I know what’s happening!” I declared proudly, probably sounding like a drunk toddler. “We’re talking ‘bout animals! They’ve mentioned roosters and dogs and cats already, and I’m just—”

“ISOLDE!” Orion roared over me, cutting me off mid-ramble. Rude much? Before I could grumble about it though, footsteps stormed closer. His growl vibrated with pure rage now: “Isolde, what the fuck are you... Who fucking brought her here?!” Silence smothered the room after that—an icy kind of quiet—and holy hell if I didn’t feel the temperature drop ten degrees.

Something heavy draped over me suddenly—a jacket maybe?—covering me head-to-toe in thick fabric. Warmth seeped into my chilled skin as I peeked up at Orion’s fuzzy silhouette and flashed him a loopy smile. How’d he know I was cold? So thoughtful.

His voice dropped lower now but trembled with barely contained fury: “If no one tells me what I want to hear in five seconds flat… there’ll be blood spilled tonight—and it won’t be mine or hers! Speak!”

One guy stammered out an answer quick-like-a-bunny under that threat: "Gamma Orion… we… got an anonymous text saying a Moon Alliance girl was set up for us—for group stuff—in this room at this time so we showed up! Just minutes ago two masked women dragged her here like this; told us we could do whatever we wanted."

Masked women?! Laughter burst outta me uncontrollably at those words; ridiculous images danced across my fried brain cells till Orion shot me a worried glance which only made me cackle harder.

He stuttered then—not something ya expect from someone usually rock-steady—as anger choked him up worse than before: "This... this..."

Finally spitting out clear words between gritted teeth—“Moon Goddess above! Ezra has to know about this!”

Pacing furiously now judging by heavy steps echoing around us while pulling out his phone dialing someone pronto all whilst glaring daggers warning every dude present not ta move muscle!

What a freaking wild evening overall huh!?