Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 109

Natasha's POV

"I am his wet nurse," Selene continued. "I provide what he needs. What his beast craves"

She moved closer to me. "And now he's satisfied. Calm. Ready to sleep."

I glanced at Mordred. She was right. The beast had settled into his corner, eyes already closing.

Within moments, he was asleep. His massive chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

"You see how important I am?" Selene's voice had turned sharp. Cruel. "You could never do this for him. Never give him what I can. You're just a temporary distraction. A curiosity."

She stepped even closer. So close I could smell the sweat on her skin. The milk. The musk of her arousal.

"I am essential to him," she hissed. "You are nothing."

Her hand shot out and grabbed my arm. Gripped it hard enough to bruise.

"Now. You're coming with me. Get out of here."

I wanted to refuse. Wanted to stay.

But I couldn't. Not after what I'd just witnessed. Not with the jealousy still burning in my chest.

*I don't want to be here anymore. Don't want to watch her touch him. Feed him. Pleasure herself while he drinks from her.*

"Fine," I said quietly. "I'll go."

Selene's smile was victorious. "Good. You're finally showing some sense."

She pulled me toward the door. Mordred didn't stir. Didn't even open his eyes.

*He's choosing her. Letting her take me away.*

The thought hurt more than it should have.

We stepped through the broken doorway. Into the corridor beyond.

And the moment we cleared the threshold, Selene's entire demeanor changed.

The false civility vanished. Her grip on my arm became vicious. Her beautiful face twisted with fury.

"You disgusting little shit," she snarled. Slamming me against the stone wall. "How dare you? How DARE you?"

"What—" I started.

"You know exactly what!" Her face was inches from mine. "When Mordred raped you, I came to check on you afterward. I found you dying."

Her fingers dug into my shoulders. "I was merciful. I could have killed you then. Finished what the King started. But I thought—she'll be dead soon anyway. Why bother?"

She shook me violently. "But you survived. You fucking SURVIVED. And then you dared—you DARED—to approach him again? To let him claim you?"

"I didn't—" I tried to protest. "He brought me here! I didn't ask for—"

"LIAR!" Selene screamed in my face. "You seduced him! Used some trick, some magic to make him want you!"

"I didn't do anything!" I shouted back. "Mordred came for me on his own! I didn't ask him to! I didn't plan any of this!"

Selene's eyes blazed with rage. "How dare you talk back to me? How dare you speak his name so familiarly?"

Her hand flashed out.

CRACK.

The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped to the side. Pain exploded through my skull.

Rage flooded through me. Hot and overwhelming.

*I'm done. I'm done being hit. Being pushed around. Being treated like garbage.*

My hand moved before I could think.

CRACK.

I slapped her back. Hard. Put all my weight behind it.

Selene's head whipped to the side. A red mark bloomed on her perfect cheek.

For one brief, glorious moment, satisfaction surged through me.

*Take that, you bitch.*

Then reality crashed down.

*Oh God. Oh God, what did I just do?*

Selene touched her cheek. Looked at her fingers as if expecting to see blood.

When she looked at me again, her eyes had changed. Yellow. Glowing. Inhuman.

"You..." Her voice had dropped to a growl. "You DARE strike me? A HUMAN dares to strike ME?"

Her body began to change. Bones cracking. Muscles expanding. Fur rippling across her skin.

But not fully. Not into the massive beast form like Mordred.

This was something different. Partial transformation. Her face elongated into a muzzle. Her hands became clawed. Her teeth sharpened into fangs.

But she remained mostly upright. Bipedal. A horrible hybrid of woman and wolf.

"I am a wet nurse to the KING," she snarled through her transformed mouth. "I am Lycan nobility. And you—you are just a filthy human slave."

She lunged forward. Grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall again.

"You've made a fatal mistake," she hissed. Her breath hot and rank on my face. "I'm going to enjoy killing you. Slowly. Painfully. I'll tear you apart piece by piece and—"

"What's the commotion here?"

A male voice. Authoritative. Coming from down the corridor.

Selene's head whipped around. Her grip on my throat loosened slightly.

"Guards," she called out. "Guards! I need assistance! This slave attacked me!"

*No. No, that's a lie! I only defended myself!*

But I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe with her hand around my throat.

Two guards appeared. Looked at the scene—Selene in her partial wolf form, holding me against the wall.

"The slave is dangerous," Selene said. Her voice was calm now. Controlled. "She tried to escape the King's Den. Attacked me when I attempted to stop her. She must be secured immediately."

"That's not—" I choked out. "She's lying—"

Selene's hand tightened. Cutting off my air completely.

"Gag her," she ordered the guards. "And follow me."

Terror flooded through me. I struggled, tried to fight.

But Selene was too strong. And the guards moved quickly.

One produced a cloth and forced it into my mouth. Tied it tight. The other bound my hands behind my back with rope.

"Good," Selene said. She was smiling now. Her transformation had reversed. She looked human again. Beautiful. Innocent.

"Come along, little slave," she purred.

She grabbed my bound arms and started dragging me down the corridor.

Away from the King's Den.

Away from Mordred.

Away from any hope of rescue.

And all I could think was: *I'm going to die. *

*Where is Selene taking me?*