Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 105

Fergus's POV

I had purposefully avoided the girl all day. Self-preservation, I told myself.

But as I stood before Davelina now—her face tear-streaked, eyes swollen from crying—that strange pull I'd been fighting surfaced again.

I pushed it down. Met her with an indifferent gaze. "Return to your chambers, Davelina. You should not be here."

"No, no, no." She shook her head violently. "She's been missing for an hour! I need to know if she's safe. I need to make sure that beast hasn't devoured my sister. Please, help me." Her desperate hands clutched at my coat. "I would do anything."

*Don't say that. Don't you dare say that.*

"Davelina—"

"Anything!" Her eyes blazed with determination. The spirit of whatever she'd been before slavery shone through. "I'll give you my body. Isn't that what you want? You can have it. I'll spread my legs for you, I'll present myself however you—"

"Don't you dare." The words came out as a snarl. Anger flared hot in my chest. Alongside it—unwanted, unwelcome—arousal pulsed through me. My cock hardened, demanding. "How dare you attempt to barter your body with me?"

I took a menacing step forward. She shrank back, fear replacing desperation.

I closed the distance, bent down, and wrapped my fingers around her delicate throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Reminding her.

"You are my slave, Davelina," I said quietly. Dangerously. My gaze traveled down her trembling form. "I own this body. I will take it whenever and however I please. If I choose not to, it's because I have no desire for it. You are in no position to negotiate with me."

She squeezed her eyes shut. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. "I-I just... Please, I'm desperate. I need to know if my sister is safe."

"And you believe barging into the King's Den would help?" My voice remained deceptively calm. "Provoking the beast? Putting yourself and your sister's life at risk? Endangering my people?" I released her throat, stepping back. "You're a fool. I should have you whipped."

"Get out of here," I commanded. "Return to your room. That is an order."

A cry of despair escaped her throat. She looked at me helplessly before rising and obeying.

I watched her leave, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

*Her bravery...*

A female who'd been terrified of me, yet never hesitated to confront me for her sister's sake. Who'd tried to bargain with her own body, knowing I would not be gentle.

Such fierce loyalty. Such love that gave her courage.

I admired it. And I despised it.

I didn't want to see those qualities—any qualities at all—in her or any human. Was that too much to ask?

Dismissing the thought, I continued toward the King's Den. The soldiers I encountered scattered at my approach. No one guarded the chamber up close—with the beast having escaped and the locks destroyed, everyone knew better.

The metal gate locks lay in shambles on the floor. The oak door hung broken on its hinges.

Inside—

I stopped.

The beast lay behind its barricade, yellow eyes fixed on the entrance. On me. Watching. Assessing.

And there was the boy.

He lay curled on the floor.

His breathing was steady. Deep. He was fast asleep.

And a few feet away, the beast sat. Watching over her. Protecting him.

"What is it about him, Mordred?" I whispered, observing them. "Is it his blood? Or is he simply your new fascination? A new plaything?"

The beast didn't answer. I hadn't expected it to.

"Could this boy have the power to bring you back from madness? Is that even possible?"

But I was watching an impossibility right now. I was missing something. Something critical.

*What am I not seeing?*

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On my way back, my mind churned through the implications.

As I passed through Davelina's chamber, I heard it.

Soft crying.

By the sound, she must be lying on her bed, muffling her sobs with her pillow. Yet my hearing picked it up clearly.

*Don't you dare, Fergus. Don't you dare.*

I glared at the pathway leading to her chamber.

I didn't care about the girl's state of mind. I certainly didn't care if she wept all night.

So why part of me wanted to get in that door?

*Because your body craves that girl. You can't get enough of her.*

I needed to stop this. This wasn't me. I didn't force myself on slaves. Didn't fixate on humans—or any beings.

I was stronger than that.

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Sebastian's POV

I stood beside the narrow window in my underground torture chamber, peering out into the shadowy courtyard.

Hours had passed since the incident in the Great Hall. The news had spread throughout the island.

And I was furious.

For a moment—when Mordred's beast had gripped my throat, when those yellow eyes locked onto mine—I could have sworn I saw something. Not just the vacant gaze of a feral beast, but a glimmer of... awareness?

*What in hell is going on?*

Was it the boy's scent? His blood?

But I'd gotten close to that boy, and while he did smell enticing, it was no different from other attractive humans I'd encountered.

So what was so special that a feral would show such interest?

A thought struck me. One that made me freeze.

*What if Mordred actually regains his sanity? What if, through some inexplicable miracle, the King shifts back to human form with his mind intact?*

Fear prickled down my spine.

If that happened, everything I'd worked for would crumble.

I'd finally made progress. Garnered supporters. I could actually ascend to the throne if I pushed harder.

But if Mordred returned... all my efforts would be worthless.

Mordred was too strong. Too powerful.

I stared at my wounded arm where the beast had dug in. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was deep.

Mordred had humiliated me tonight.

But that would be nothing compared to the humiliation if he regained his sanity. He'd reign for thousands more years while I remained on the sidelines, seen as weak.

*I deserve the throne.*

I strode toward my chambers, anger morphing into seething rage.

This was my opportunity to become King. And I'd be damned before I let it slip away.

I would destroy everything that stood in my way.

And I'd begin with that boy—Nathan,.

I had no idea what he truly was. And I didn't care to find out.

I just needed to kill him before he did more damage.

Now I just needed a plan.