Page 11 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

I nod and hold Amaryllis tightly as we hurry down the stairs until we finally reach the basement. This is where all the pack slaves live. We have our own rooms here. They’re tiny and uncomfortable, but at least it’s a reasonably safe place to sleep. The other pack wolves consider themselves too high and mighty to venture down here, so at least no one bothers us.

“What happened?” One of the male slaves yells in shock as he sees us. He is new here, having just turned eighteen and been immediately transferred to hell.

“They got hold of Ryllis last night,” I blurt out. “I can’t take her to the infirmary.”

He nods, his eyes bulging with bewilderment. As a guy, he is safer here than us girls, but it still comes as a shock to him. “That’s… shit.”

“Emmanuel, get a grip. I need you to look for the boss and tell her what’s happened! I’ll take Ryllis to her room and tend her wounds in the meantime,” I explain. He nods and runs off. Some of the girls approach us now. “Cover for us, please?” I beg.

“Of course!” Gina, a sweet girl with curly hair, nods. “I’ll take Ryllis’ shift.”

“And I’ll cover for you,” another girl chimes in.

“Thank you, girls.”

“Of course!” they say with conviction. “If we don’t help each other, we’ll never survive this hellhole.”

“The first one who manages to escape from this place needs to get help for the rest of us,” Gina utters.

We often dream of escaping. Where one of us makes it out and brings help to rescue everyone else. But not just that, we also dream that justice is brought down on the pack for all their crimes. But it’s just a dream, and I doubt it will ever be reality. I’m not even sure how many of us will make it past the age of thirty, let alone see any change in the pack.

I doubt it will ever happen.

five

Alpha Dickhead’s Little Dingdong

*FREYA*

Somegirlsbroughtmewashcloths and hot water to clean Ryllis’ wounds before hurrying off to do their chores. That’s the only good thing about being here in this hellhole. All the slaves, both female and male, have learned to stick together. When I told Emmanuel to get Ludovica, I knew I could trust him implicitly, and I also knew that Ludovica would help us without question. She’s much older than the rest of us and acts more like our mother than our boss, for which we are all extremely grateful.

“Freya?” I hear her call.

“Ludovica,” I call back, relieved. “In here. I’m in Ryllis’ room.”

“Oh, you poor girl.” Ludovica enters the room with a bottle of aspirin in her hand. I’m so thankful to see her right now I could cry. She always collects medicines and other useful items from the garbage and saves them for emergencies. Ludovica kneels in front of Amaryllis and examines her injuries. There are bruises all over her body, but the dark purple ones around Ryllis’ neck are particularly worrying.

Ludovica’s eyes darken with anger before she sighs and turns to me. Since we can’t mindlink, we’ve learned to communicate with our eyes instead. Ludovica wants to know if Amaryllis has said anything to me yet, but unfortunately, she hasn’t said a word.

I shake my head lightly in response. Ludovica squeezes my hand reassuringly before turning her attention back to Amaryllis. “Don’t worry, little flower. Rest for the next few days, and we’ll cover for you until you’re feeling better.”

I nod in agreement. “I’ll take your next shift!”

“You shouldn’t overwork yourself,” Amaryllis whispers and my heart breaks at how frail she sounds.

“I’m strong,” I say with conviction, meaning it. It’s true that my body is stronger and more resilient than the other slaves. “You can have my blanket too.”

“Good thinking,” Ludovica says and kisses me on the top of my head. “Hurry, bring it here.”

“But then she’ll be…cold at night.” Ryllis shivers.

“I’ll snuggle up to one of the other girls,” I promise her before I hurry out of the room and into mine. I go to grab the thin blanket from the bed when I’m distracted by a basket sitting in the middle of my room. I blink in confusion. That wasn’t here before. Peeking inside, I see a first-aid kit containing painkillers, bandages, and other meds, plus a nice, thick blanket. This is the real deal, not just leftovers from the trash or something one of the girls stole. How did that get down here?

There is a note stuck to it. It’s saying:I hope it helps.Nothing more.

I decide not to question it and hurry back to Ludovica. Amaryllis comes first. Everything else can wait. I hand Ludovica the items, noticing her surprise matches my own. I know what she wants to ask. She wants to know if I stole them, but I shake my head quickly. I would never; it’s too much of a risk. When I show her the note, she looks at me questioningly, but nods when I shrug my shoulders.

I help her tend to Amaryllis. There are nasty bruises on her hips, and she probably has a broken rib too. We bandage around her torso using the medical tape. This is so much easier with actual medical supplies. There’s also some antibiotics in the box to help against fever and infection. Once Ludovica is done, Ryllis lies down, and we cover her with the warm blanket that was also provided.

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