Page 52 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

Elise and Elodie exchange a gaze. “If you truly want to hear our opinion, Finn—”

“I want to know what you think,” I emphasize. The twins might be young, but they are advisors of Eric, a prince of the Council. They for sure have a lot of advice to offer.

“Colton is leading this pack like a cult,” Elise says. “And as a cult leader, he made sure to have as many trusted and brainwashed people around him as possible. And that’s his warriors and his ranked members.”

“It poses too much of a risk,” Elodie agrees. “If we attack Colton, I’m sure he will have a backup plan. Best-case scenario, we kill him, and most of us get out of here alive, but I doubt the victims here will. A megalomaniac man like him won’t go down alone; he will make sure everyone goes down with him.”

I sigh, hating the fact that I need to wait until I finish this asshole off. But I promised Freya to free her fellow slaves and save the innocent pack members. I need to make sure to keep this promise. “Then we need to come up with a new plan,” I say. “Coming here was already a risk, but we should make sure to take a route now that will save the most innocent lives.”

“We need to get away from here as fast as possible,” Marcel agrees.

I nod. “We’ll stay here one more night, and then leave the day after. We need to come up with a plausible excuse, though.”

“How will we stage it?” Marcel wants to know.

“I’ll make sure to receive a call from my alpha,” I say. “I’ll fake it. Something about a rogue attack, and we are needed.”

“You could tell him we need to step up in our positions,” Steve suggests.

“That’s a fantastic idea!” After all, Steve and I are pretending to be beta and gamma heirs. It’s the perfect cover now.

“Alright,” Anthony agrees. “We stand with you, Finn.”

“But for now, everyone should go back to sleep,” Henry points out. “We need our dose of melatonin.” When we all stare at him, surprised, he frowns. “What? Someone has to watch out for your health! I brought Vitamin D with me too; the girls especially, should take it.”

“I’m not sure if I should feel amazed or creeped out now,” Elise grins.

“I think it’s cool,” Steve smiles. “How come you know so much about this stuff?”

“It’s called basic education,” Henry starts. “You know—”

“Don’t ruin your moment.” Anthony grins. “And don’t listen to him, everyone. His defense mechanism is worst when he is feeling flustered.”

“This is not true,” Henry huffs at him. His eyes gloss over; he seems to be mind-linking his brother to argue with him in private.

Despite our gloomy situation, I have to smile in amusement. These boys can be so silly sometimes. However, Henry is right about one thing: “Let’s go to bed,” I say. “We’ll need our strength tomorrow.”

“I will take the next shift,” Anthony offers. “I slept really well until now. You and Marcel should get some sleep too, Finn.”

I take him up on his offer and decide to go to bed now. Tomorrow I will need to play my role better than ever.

The next day feels long and dragging. We have to go our separate ways again. Elodie and Elise visit the nurses of the infirmary, while Steve and I join Alpha Colton and his beta to learn from him how a pack is run. At least we pretend to learn something because the last person I want to take advice from is this psycho. I will put everything he says on my not-to-do list. The others join the warrior training, promising me they won’t overdo it with their strength.

Alpha Colton is one of the coldest men I’ve ever encountered. It’s like he is void of any emotions, and while I know his son has learned some of his patterns, I hate to see there is a new bruise on his face and welts on his shoulders. What is this monster doing to his child?

My father is an alpha too, and when his warriors break the rules, he knows how to put his foot down, but he never beats anyone. He hardly ever resorts to violence, even if he needs to punish someone for breaching important rules. Liam doesn’t do that either. And they still are well-respected alphas.

Before we can have our lunch break, I link Marcel, who will make the fake call to me. I need this to be as real as possible, to pull off my little show, pretending my alpha is calling me.

Right before Colton wraps our lesson up, my emergency phone—as I call it in front of Colton—rings, and I answer it swiftly. “Alpha Jace,” I exclaim, shuffling out of the room. I stay outside for a few minutes. Marcel plays his role, too, giving me a few cues I can answer to. If someone is listening to me, they will think I am leading a genuine conversation.

Five minutes later I return to Colton’s office.

“Excuse me, Alpha Colton,” I say with a very serious expression.

“Is everything alright?” he asks me without even the slightest bit of interest in his voice.

“It was my alpha.” I let out a deep sigh, trying to look crestfallen, while I turn to Steve.

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