Page 37 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“What?” Anthony blinks.

“They are slaves,” she repeats and looks at her sister. “The girls and guys we saw downstairs, the ones that looked so terrified, are clearly being held here against their will.”

“Their wolves are being suppressed too,” Elodie mutters.

“Hmm, what do you think, Finn? Do you agree with the twins?” Marcel asks, turning to me now.

I’m totally tongue-tied, unable to form a coherent sentence aside from. “My mate.”

“What?” Six pairs of eyes stare at me now.

“She is here,” I breathe out. “And she’s one of the girls they abuse here. One of the slaves, I think.”

Steve beams at me. “Really? I’m so happy for you, Finn!”

Anthony’s mouth drops open. “Wow, dude…”

“That’s rotten luck,” Henry points out. When the whole room glares at him, his cheeks flush. “No, I don’t mean…not like that! I meant because she’s in this shitty pack!” The others relax instantly, and he tosses them a glare. “You really think the worst of me, don’t you?”

“Don’t take it personally,” Marcel says with a gentle smile. “I think everyone is just tense.”

Henry doesn’t look convinced, but doesn’t complain anymore.

“Alright,” Marcel frowns. “This mission just got a lot more personal,” he exclaims. “Don’t worry Finn, we have your back.”

Elodie and Elise nod their agreement. “How about…” Elodie smirks. “How about you demand her services whenever possible, like our wonderful host suggested? It seems like you men can do here as you please.”

Elise beams. “That’s a fantastic idea! It wouldn’t raise any suspicions! And you could meet and talk to her instead of sneaking around and trying to meet with her secretly. It’s way less dangerous that way.”

“You’re right.” I nod thoughtfully. That way, I could ask my beautiful mate to meet me. She wouldn’t need to make up any excuses…and the best thing, no one else could ask for herservices! I could introduce my friends to her too, and then we could find a way to get her out of here.

Trixie peeks out of Steve’s pocket. “Be careful,” she says quietly. “I have a bad feeling about this place. It’s better to mind link each other if you talk about anything peculiar.”

She is right, I say through the mind link.We don’t know who else is listening. I’ll write a brief message to my family so they know we’ve arrived safely. From now on, let’s use the mind link.I pause, tilting my head, before continuing out loud. “After such a long journey, I think I really want some snacks. Anyone else here hungry?”

“Absolutely.” Anthony smirks. “I’m starving for as long as it takes for you to find your dirty secret and have her come to our room.”

The others chuckle at his silly comment, and Marcel even elbows him playfully. It seems like Anthony is slowly warming up to us. Henry is still a bit resentful, but I’m sure we’ll get him to open up too.

*FREYA*

My cheeks feel so warm, flushing whenever I think about how he looked at me. Goddess, I can’t believe it! The first thing I noticed was the scent of moss and a hint of the salty smell of the ocean, that one scent that has always made me feel at peace. Then I felt the pull. I’m unsure how I could even feel it, considering I’m constantly being fed wolfsbane. I didn’t feel any pull toward Benjamin, but I definitely felt the magnetic lure full force with this beautiful man. It horrified me at first because my previous experience of having a mate was awful…well, aside from Alpha Dickhead rejecting me and setting me free. That part was awesome.

If being rejected is the best memory of your last mate, then there is clearly something off.

But this time…this time it’s different. I can feel it. The mate bond hit me with such an impact, making me realize how unusual the non-existent connection I felt to Benjamin was. This is the real thing. I don’t even know his name yet, and I haven’t spoken to him, but I know his rejection would crush me.

And Sereia’s reaction was different too. She was excited and wanted me to run to him and throw myself in his arms.

He is so tall and looks incredibly strong. I’m generally not one for guys with tattoos, but he looks perfect. He has a few piercings and quite a lot of tattoos, but his body doesn’t look overloaded at all. His face is so handsome, almost beautiful, with delicate features only edged up a bit by his piercings. And Goddess, he is so muscular! And then there are his discerning warm eyes, which emanate calm and composed kindness.

What a man! No one could come close to him in comparison, especially with what’s crawling around in this pack.

And he’s definitely nothing like Dickhead!

Thank you, Goddess, thank you, thank you, thank you! And thank you, Lady Leila, for ensuring Dickhead misunderstood the vision!

I take a deep breath, trying to will my excitement down because why would such a hottie like him want a pitiful, scrawny slave?Hopefully, he doesn’t reject us, Sereia.

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