Page 59 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

Benjamin gets up from the ground, blood dripping from his nose, and his back carries fresh welts. He looks tired.

“It’s a pity you are so utterly weak. It’s your mother’s fault. She was as useless as you are,” Colton spits at his son. “That guy with the tattoos…he looks quite promising, much more than you, and he is just of beta blood! Something feels off about him, though. Pity…if he stayed longer, I would have recruited him for my cause.”

“They are leaving because of an emergency,” Benjamin stutters.

“Maybe,” Colton says coldly. “But we can’t take any risks. We are used to attacks here. We’ll get attacked; unfortunately, they’ll be among the casualties. They are not of any importance after all. Such things happen.”

“They have called for two of the slaves,” Benjamin says, wincing when his father grabs him by his collar.

“What do you care what happens to these useless whores? No one will miss them! I will send my men to burn down their room. We can blame it on a random rogue attack.”

I don’t even need a minute to consider our options. The last scenes had to be from after dinner. “Grab your things,” I bellow. “Everyone.”

Fortunately, I made sure that they gathered their stuff beforehand. We have no escape plan, so I can only improvise, which isn’t the best-case scenario. At least I know where the pack borders are.

“We need to make it to our car,” Anthony whispers.

“No,” I mutter, grabbing my backpack. “I can almost guarantee they’re guarding it. We need to go around it. We are still on our mission, and we can’t blow it, or we will endanger the pack. Let them chase us and think they killed us.”

“You think we could pull that off?” Steve asks. “Making them believe that they killed us?”

Elise tilts her head. “Elodie and I have a joint gift. We can project illusions, but it drains us, and we should only do it once or twice.”

“Can you do it now?” I want to know. “Project an illusion to look like we’re all still in our rooms?”

“Yes, we could do that.” Elodie nods. “But it means we won’t be able to shift. You’ll need to protect us.”

I nod. “We will.”

“What… what happened?” Amaryllis stutters, reminding me that she and Freya don’t know what Trixie told us.

“They are going to try and kill us,” Trixie exclaims. “And you too. Your lives are in danger.”

Freya’s eyes widen in horror. “That asshole,” she breathes out. “We need to gather our things. Can we?”

I take her hand. “We have no time. You can have some of our stuff in the meantime.” I look at her insistently. “We’ll come back, Freya. This is not the end. But for now, I need both of you to come with us. We won’t be able to help anyone if we are dead.”

Freya looks at me and then at Amaryllis. Then she nods. “We’ll come. Actually, this is perfect for our escape scheme. They plan to fake an attack, and it will look believable that I took Ryllis and ran. I also told another friend, Emmanuel, about it. He will make sure to spread the rumor further. He will find the letter I wrote and bring it to Ludovica.”

I squeeze her hand, before hurrying to the window and opening it. We are on the second floor; it’s high, but not too high for us.

“Steve, I need you down there first; you are easily the strongest. Take Amaryllis with you, but be careful; she doesn’t have her wolf healing yet.”

“Ryllis?” he mutters, asking her permission to touch her. She nods, looking at him shyly through her doe eyes. Steve gingerly picks up his mate in his arms like she is made of glass. “Hold on tight,” he begs before he crawls out of the window and jumps.

We made it safely,he links us.

I can hear noises coming closer from the corridor. “Elodie, Elise, you are next.”

They both nod, taking each other’s hands and jumping out the window.Got them,Steve links us.

“Marcel.” He nods and disappears through the window.

“Anthony and Henry take Freya with—”

“No.” Freya clings to my arm. “I’m going with you.”

I scoop her up in my arms, my wolf bursting with joy that she chose us without thinking twice. The twins descend, and I follow swiftly, landing on the soft snow-covered ground. I can hear loud noises from inside the house. They’re not very subtle, but then when had they been? I gesture to Elise and Elodie to do their thing, noticing how they grab hands and lean their foreheads against each other. For a split second, light illuminates the room we just jumped from. And then, a person walks to the window and looks down at us.

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