Page 79 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

The others don’t argue. The entire ordeal of running from the pack, staging our deaths, and then being chased down the cliff by a blizzard, plus Anthony being shot, drained everyone. At the beginning, the adrenaline rush kept us going, but now after we’ve had something to eat, everyone is tired.

We have tried our best to make ourselves comfortable. Arman has provided us with a few blankets, and we have our jackets to cover ourselves with. Elodie and Elise are curled up against each other in one corner, and the others are scattered around. Steve made sure to rest next to Amaryllis without getting too close to her. He is so gentle and considerate towards her; it’s heart-warming to watch. He ensured she was resting on a blanket and covered with his thick jacket. He lies down beside her, keeping some distance, but I can see her hand sneaking out of the jacket and towards his.

Freya and I are far less subtle. The moment we are comfortable on the shared blanket and cover ourselves with my jacket, she snuggles closer, and I pull her into my arms like it’s the most natural thing to do.

It gives me hope that her trauma might be less horrifying than the others.Your body radiates warmth,she links me, burying her head in my chest.

I love being your pillow,I tease.Anytime. Just don’t wiggle too much.

She looks a bit flustered at my words.It’s not my fault if you can’t keep your dingd…I mean your…

Did you just refer to my penis as dingdong?I snort, my body vibrating in suppressed laughter. I can see her face reddening in the darkness of the night, and she almost hides beneath my jacket. Goodness, I’m never going to let her live that down.Now I need to come up with a great name for your lady parts too.

Oh, don’t you dare!

My wolf perks up instantly.I have some great names! You know, I’m good with this stuff.He wags his tail in excitement.She could be the garage to our engine,he muses.Oh, or how do you like Werevulva?

I’m never going to tell him, but I absolutely dig Werevulva.

Or how do you like the blackhole?He continues.Or—

Okay, thank you for your input.I chuckle, noticing how Freya glares at me, obviously aware that I’m thinking of something stupid.

You’re grinning like a silly dork.She frowns.

Max just had some kickass names for the counterpart of my dingdong,I say.

She furrows her brows in a glare and looks both adorable and very dangerous like that.

I decide to stop teasing her and save it for another day when we can actually talk and not have to use the mind link. I kiss her forehead softly before trying to relax my mind into sleep.

“You know, everything aside,” Steve says into the silence. “Like one of us almost getting killed and being on the run, this feels like a school trip, and now we are all camping and staying up too late.”

His words make us all laugh.

“I agree,” Henry says. “Just please keep this a sex-free zone. There are mateless people here.”

“Memories from your school days?” Elodie teases.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Henry retorts.

We all laugh again.

“Okay, kids,” Marcel grumbles from the side. “Light’s out.”

Everyone chuckles again, but eventually, the giggling and whispers die down, and the strain of the day pulls them all into a deep slumber. My sleep is not so deep; too much is on my mind, but I’m glad I can get at least a few hours of rest. With the first rays of sunshine that reach us through the entrance of the cave, I’m awake and aware that the blizzard has moved on.

It makes me think that Colton is even more likely to believe we died. None of us would have survived outside, and our traces will be wiped away completely. It gives us a great advantage! The sudden realization spurs me on, and I’m filled with determination again. I carefully untangle myself from Freya without waking her up and quietly walk to the stream to wash myself in the ice-cold water. I don’t even want to know how much I smell of all kinds of gross stuff. Well, fortunately, we all stink, I think with a grin.

Eventually, the others wake up too, and everyone is buzzing around, cleaning themselves up and getting ready for the rest of the journey. Their motivation is equally spurred on when I share my newest revelation with them.

Freya and I take a peek outside, looking in awe at how the landscape is covered in thick white snow, and how the icy ocean is throwing its waves against the shore. “This could be such a beautiful place,” I whisper.

Freya takes my hand. She looks a bit sad. “Yes. There is something about the water that’s so calming. I always felt that way.”

I wonder what she finds calming about this rough sea, but other people find the sound of cars calming, and my younger brother Felix claims he finds the sound of hooves relaxing. “We’ll return here when we can,” I promise.

She nods before allowing me to lead her back to our friends.

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