Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 181

Natasha's POV

Another morning.

Sunlight pierced through the window, stabbing into my eyes with cruel brightness. I winced, turning my face away from the harsh light, and immediately regretted the movement as pain lanced through my entire body.

The sheets beside me were cold. The room was silent except for my own labored breathing.

The bed was empty.

He was gone.

The realization hit me like a physical blow, and I felt tears prick at my eyes. A hollow ache settled in my chest—not the burning need of the heat, but something else. Something that felt suspiciously like loneliness.

The past two days had been a blur of endless pleasure and overwhelming sensation. We'd fucked almost constantly, with only brief respites for water or when I'd passed out from exhaustion. It had been a marathon of sex, his cock never fully softening even after release. Even after knotting me, even after the swelling had gone down, he'd remained hard, ready for more within minutes.

I didn't know if that was because of my heat—if the scent of an Endurer in heat drove Lycans to that level of stamina—or if it was just him. Just Mordred's insatiable nature.

But now the heat was gone. Completely gone. The desperate, burning need that had consumed me had vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving behind only bone-deep exhaustion and a body that felt like it had been put through a meat grinder.

And he had left without a word.

I tried to move, to sit up, but every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Pain radiated from my core, sharp and unforgiving, making me gasp and freeze.

My stomach churned violently, bile rising in my throat. I barely managed to turn my head to the side before I vomited, the meager contents of my stomach splattering onto the already-stained sheets.

I collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and weak, tears streaming down my face.

The door opened, and I heard footsteps approaching.

"Oh, my poor dear," Caelan's concerned voice reached me through the haze of pain and nausea.

I couldn't even muster the energy to respond, just lay there shaking, my eyes squeezed shut against the too-bright sunlight.

"Your heat has ended," he said gently, and I felt the bed dip slightly as he sat on the edge. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been trampled by a herd of horses," I managed to croak out, my voice raw and broken. "Like a carriage ran over me. Multiple times."

"That's a common feeling, dear," Caelan said soothingly. "The aftermath of a heat can be quite brutal, especially your first time experiencing it with a partner. I'll have you moved to the main house. The servants will clean up this mess. A bath has already been prepared. You'll feel better after."

I doubted that, but I didn't have the strength to argue. The thought of being clean did offer a small measure of comfort.

"I'm going to pick you up now," Caelan announced, his hands reaching toward me.

I flinched back instinctively, my body recoiling from even the thought of being touched. "No," I whimpered. "It hurts. Please don't touch me."

"I know it hurts, dear," he said softly, his voice full of sympathy. "That's also normal. You've been having sex constantly for two days. Your body is craving space to heal. But I'm afraid you'll have to endure it for a moment. Walking will be too difficult. This is the only way I can get you out of here."

My stomach churned again, and I struggled to focus on his words through the waves of nausea and pain.

"Alright," I whispered weakly, bracing myself for the agony I knew was coming.

Caelan's arms slid beneath me as gently as possible, but even his careful touch sent shockwaves of pain through my oversensitive body. I couldn't suppress the cry that tore from my throat as he lifted me.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm so sorry. Just hold on. We'll get you comfortable soon."

I buried my face against his chest, tears soaking into his shirt as he carried me from the cottage. Every step he took jostled me slightly, sending fresh waves of pain radiating through my abused body.

By the time we reached the main house and he laid me down on a fresh bed, I was shaking uncontrollably, my teeth chattering despite the warmth of the room.

"Rest now," Caelan said, pulling a light sheet over me. "I'll have the servants bring the bath shortly."

I nodded weakly, already feeling consciousness slipping away as exhaustion pulled me under.

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Davelina's POV

Two days.

It had been two days since I'd last seen my sister, and worry gnawed at my insides like a living thing.

I knew she'd been experiencing her heat—Caelan had explained that much when he'd sent word that she would be staying at his estate. But two days seemed like such a long time, and I missed her desperately.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I made my way to Caelan's estate, requesting an audience.

"My lord," I said when I was shown into his study. "If it's not too much trouble, I would like to see my sister."

The handsome lord nodded, rising from his desk. "Of course. Follow me."

He led me through the luxurious halls of his estate, our footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Finally, we stopped before a door at the end of a long corridor.

Caelan turned to face me, his expression grave. "She's in the recovery room. She's in a... delicate state. Be gentle with her."

My heart clenched with worry at his words, but I nodded.

He opened the door, and I stepped inside.

The sight that greeted me made my breath catch in my throat.