Page 56 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

I can understand that sentiment, I think, while walking back to our rooms with the others, though cuddling is not the top priority on my list.

Did you manage to…order the girls?Marcel asks, and even through the mind link, I can tell how disgusted he is.

I nod while I close the door behind us.

“Well, at least the food wasn’t too bad,” Elise mutters. “Would have tasted better if I knew the poor omegas and slaves would receive some of it too.”

“You guys should start packing,” I tell them. “I want you to be prepared. We’ll leave early tomorrow.”

They all nod, shuffling in all directions. Steve offers to pack my backpack, an offer I happily accept. I want to write a swift message to my family to tell them about our new plans and the potential dangers when there is a tentative knock at the door.

It’s Freya! I know it’s her; her sweet scent lingers in the air. I hurry to the door to open it to see Freya and her friend. Now I know why Freya is so worried about her friend. She is a fragile cute girl of small height, very pretty, with big eyes. She looks so breakable, though.

Freya bows her head. “You requested us,” she says quietly, almost sounding meek.

“I did,” I say shortly, glancing into the corridor before I tug them both inside and close the door behind them before I tug Freya into my arms. “Thank the Goddess,” I mutter, taking a lungful of her sweet scent.

“Finn,” she says happily, snuggling into my embrace. She is the perfect fit for my arms. My beautiful mate.

Eventually, she turns her head slightly to face her friend. “I’m so sorry, Ryllis. I haven’t introduced you yet.” She clears her throat, moving away but not entirely out of my embrace. “This is my best friend, Amaryllis. She is like my sister.”

The girl blushes a bit, and nods shyly. She seems to be nervous, constantly tugging at the hem of her shirt.

“And this is Finn,” she tells Amaryllis softly. “He is my mate.”

Ryllis’s eyes widen. “Are you for real?” she whispers.

Freya nods happily and leans her head against my shoulder. “I didn’t think someone would ever want me. I thought all these warriors are the same, but Finn is different. I know it, and Sereia trusts him.”

“She does?” Amaryllis sounds both surprised and impressed. It seems like Sereia has quite the reputation, which is interesting, considering Colton has weakened all their wolves.

“Her gut feeling is never wrong,” Freya explains to me quietly. “It’s hard to explain because I can’t shift, but her presence isn’t weak.”

She is right. Even though she has been weakened through wolfsbane, her wolf’s aura is surprisingly strong. Firm and confident.

I decide to ponder this later when we have time and shift my attention back to Freya’s best friend. “It’s nice to meet you, Amaryllis,” I say to the nervous girl.

“I can’t leave her behind, Finn,” Freya says earnestly. “I’ve prepared everything and left a few hints, and I’m ready to leave whenever you say so. I talked about it a lot more recently and I even wrote a letter to Ludovica. But I need to take Ryllis with me.”

“I know,” I say. “I expected you to say this. We’ll take both of you with us.”

Her eyes widen. “Are you for real?”

I nod with a smile.

Amaryllis looks equally surprised. “But…I…I’m no one…”

“You’re my mate’s best friend and sister,” I tell her in a matter-of-fact tone. “That alone makes you important to me. Also, it’s more believable if we stage it like you and Freya ran away together.”

“They know I’d never leave you behind,” Freya agrees. She reaches out her hand and squeezes the girl’s hand. Tears fill Amaryllis’ eyes, and she nods, her relief obvious.

“Say, Finn,” Steve’s voice reaches me from the other room. “Did your mate bring some cake with her? That scent is mouthwatering.” Steve walks in with a beaming smile. “Like apples and pie, and…” He halts in his track, staring at Amaryllis, his mouth dropping open. “Apple pie,” he mutters.

The others have heard his words, slowly dropping into the room too. “What is it?” Elise asks curiously. “Steve?”

Steve gestures towards Amaryllis, his cheeks flushing a bit. “She is…” he seems to be all shy all of a sudden. “The scent is faint…barely there…but it is there, you know? Fuck, I’m not making any sense! My…”

“No way,” Freya exclaims, her eyes lighting up. She leaves my embrace and takes Amaryllis’ hand. The poor girl has been rooted to the spot, unable to say anything or move ever since Steve came to the room. She leads her towards Steve. “This is Amaryllis, my best friend.”

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