Page 39 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“Of course.” The man smiles and moves aside to let me enter. He closes the door behind him, the click making me flinch slightly. I forgot I’m entering a room with…how many of them were there? I’d only had eyes for my mate and didn’t even check the others, but now that I do, I can see just how strong these men are.

Sitting on one of the beds, two identical men, who I can only assume are twins, eye me curiously. They’re both tall and very strong looking. Then there’s another bulky-looking dude in here with blonde hair. One slap from his palm, and I’d be knocked unconscious.

And the girls, who also must be twins, seem to—

“Fiiiiiinnnnn,” a chirpy voice calls through the room, interrupting my thoughts. The voice seems to come directly from the bulky, blonde guy’s chest.

“Trixie,” the bulky dude whisper-scolds his chest. Either he has a weird obsession with his chest and named it Trixie, or he is hiding something in his shirt. I assume it’s the latter.

“Don’t worry, Steve.” The voice giggles. “It’s her! Finn, it’s her. I can tell it’s—”

The door to the adjacent room is ripped open, and my mate rushes in. His eyes scan the room frantically before landing on me. His scent fills my nostrils, and it’s intoxicating. Yet again, it’s like the scent of freedom calling to me. Even with my muted wolf senses, his scent takes my breath away.

The warrior with the ebony skin, who’d opened the door for me, nods towards my mate. “We’ll leave you two alone, Finn.”

My mate nods. “Thanks Marcel.”

Their eyes linger on me in apparent curiosity before the Marcel-dude shoves them toward the adjacent room, closing the door behind them. Now that we are alone, my heart starts beating frantically again. This is not like with Benjamin; this time, I can feel the mate bond to its fullest.

Finn, his name is Finn. Finn and Freya. We both start with an F.

Isn’t that adorable? It would look so cute on our wedding invitations. I bet Emmanuel would make fun of it during his speech as one of my best friends…or maybe Ryllis would do it. But she is really shy, and I don’t want to force her to talk in front of a huge gathering.

Sereia clears her throat.Erm, not that I mind you daydreaming, but don’t you think it would be better to start with a hello before planning our wedding?

Right!I mentally facepalm.

It’s so stupid, I sound like a little girl dreaming of her first crush, and I’m already mentally marrying myself to a man I haven’t even talked to yet.

It’s just that this is my first crush, the first time I feel something so intense for another person.

“Hello.” Finn’s face lights up with a smile, softening his features. He carefully approaches me before reaching out for the plate. “May I?”

Right. I forgot I’m still carrying his food. Maybe he is just happy to see the sandwiches and not me? He puts the plate aside, his gaze landing back on me as he reaches out his hand once more. “Is it okay to touch you?” he asks softly. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t like…I saw some of your friends…and I don’t want to…sorry, I’m babbling. You’re my mate, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

He's so cute! He’s asking for my consent because he saw how scared the other slaves were, and it touches my heart more than anything else he could have said or done.

Told you,Sereia squeals, sounding smug.

Something in me is stirring, like a switch that’s turned on. Without hesitating, I approach the giant in front of me and wrap my arms around his waist. His arms immediately close around me, pulling me into a warm and strong embrace. For my entire life, I’ve been scared of pack warriors, and yet, here I am, embracing one that looks even stronger than anyone in our pack.

“You’re not a normal warrior,” I mutter, remembering Sereia’s previous words.

He is quiet for a while. “I am not,” he finally admits, looking down at me warmly. “Would you tell me your name?”

“Freya.” My heart flutters at the way he smiles at me.

“What a beautiful name,” he says, pulling me closer to his chest. “I’ve searched so long for you. For my mate. I can’t believe I had to come to this goddess-forsaken place to find you.”

“So, you…” I pause, noticing how hard it actually is to finish my sentence. It feels like if he rejects me, I won’t survive. “…you want me? Even though I’m a slave?”

“I don’t mind what you are. The Goddess gifted you to me, and that makes you perfect.”

“But I have no wolf—” I mutter.

He grins, cupping my chin to raise my head, so I look directly at him. “Look at you, lying so effortlessly. It just so happens that my wolf told me he’s already linked yours.”

My cheeks flush. “I didn’t mean to…it’s just, I have a wolf, yes, but I can’t shift, and my senses are weakened and—”

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