Page 116 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“And that Arman and his sister Leila, they’re lycans?” Dad inquires.

“Yes, but they didn’t know it.”

“It’s said that they came via ship when they were kids, and they were shipwrecked,” Freya explains. “They were the lone survivors. The alpha usually makes orphans omegas, but Arman and Leila tested alpha and I bet Colton just latched onto the chance of having two powerful pack members.”

“Do they know who else was on the ship?” Dad inquires.

“No, I think they were too young, and probably traumatized,” Freya admits.

“I wonder…” he exchanges a gaze with Mom.

“Yes,” she says quietly. “I think it’s too much of a coincidence.”

“You think Colton was responsible for it?” I want to know.

“It’s a possibility,” Dad explains. “But I will need to research this further, and probably need to meet these two siblings myself.”

“Are they on our side?” Jace wants to know.

Both Freya and I nod, and Freya continues to explain how they both helped the slaves as much as they could. “I think Leila would sometimes even twist her prophecies and—”

“Wait a moment,” Mom interrupts her. “She is a seer?”

“They call her the oracle,” Freya explains.

My parents exchange yet another gaze. “She can receive prophecies?” Mom inquires. She seems to be fully here all of a sudden, her eyes almost piercing us.

Freya nods, a bit confused. She doesn’t know much about the outside world yet, but I find it incredibly admirable how confidently she carries herself and keeps answering my parents’ many questions. It’s impressive, especially considering the many things she went through.

“Leila…” My mom tilts her head, repeating her name a few times. “Hm.”

“Do you know her?” Dad asks.

“Are they white?” Mom asks bluntly.

Freya blinks in confusion. “You mean their skin tone?”

“You mean their heritage,” I mutter. “No, I’d say they are from a Middle Eastern country. But it’s just a guess.”

Dad stares at us. “Egypt, maybe?”

“Possible. Why?”

“Because there are rumors.” Dad pauses, his eyes darkening and his eyebrows furrowed. “I will definitely need to talk to them.”

“I wonder,” Mom muses, and by how she says it, we know she won’t be able to tell us anything. Mom eyes Freya now. “She had a prophecy for you. Am I right?”

Freya’s eyes widen. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Mom,” I say quietly. “What are you not telling us? I mean, concerning Freya. I know you know something.”

She tilts her head. “I know it worries and upsets you,” she says earnestly. “But I need to allow things to travel their natural path.” Once again, she exchanges a gaze with my father, and I wonder what he saw in the future.

I give in with a sigh. I know my parents are just sticking to the rules. They have powerful gifts and use them wisely. I need to trust them. I turn to look at my mate now. “Would you tell us your prophecy?”

“Of course.” She smiles. “Sereia trusts all of you.” She takes a deep breath, before she recites:

A child born in darkness

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