Page 87 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

Amaryllis shakes her head, her fingers curling around Steve’s hand, like she is holding on to him even tighter for comfort now.

“We don’t know that for sure,” Freya says softly.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks, surprised.

“Amaryllis tested omega,” Freya explains quietly.

“I was never allowed to shift,” she admits sadly. “They wouldn’t even let me try. And now… I don’t even know if it’s possible anymore.”

We all stay quiet, sad for what these young women and men endure in this pack. It doesn’t surprise me anymore that most pack members are really young. They probably die before reaching old age.

Ryllis looks heartbroken. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, apple pie.” Steve smiles at her. “That’s okay. I’ll help you. I’m sure you can shift…we’ll just need to re-connect you with your wolf.”

“He is right,” I agree. “My father and brother are good at doing that. They can help!”

“But I’m an omega…” Ryllis stutters. “I don’t think I can shift at all.”

“Is that what they told you?” I ask, feeling a new wave of anger washing over me. That fucker, Colton. I swear, the next time I see him, he is a dead man.

“It isn’t true?” Freya asks, surprised, her beautiful green eyes looking at me now full of careful hope.

“Omegas can shift,” I tell her and Ryllis. “The rank just stems from their wolves’ aura, it’s less distinctive and not that strong for lack of a better word, and they typically don’t have any gifts, but they can shift, they can fight, they can become warriors, they can do anything they want.”

Steve nods, brushing his hand over Ryllis’ back carefully. He is always so careful when touching her. “I know for sure. My sister was an omega.”

Ryllis stares at him in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes.” he smiles.

“Was?” Freya inquires. Amazing me with how well she listens and how fast she catches on to smaller clues.

Steve smiles proudly. “She is a luna now.”

Both Amaryllis and Freya stare at us in disbelief. “Wait, what?” Freya exclaims.

“No way,” Amaryllis mutters breathlessly.

Freya shifts her gaze away from us. “Is there anything they didn’t lie about?” She spits out. Something in her eyes flashes, her eyes turning black momentarily. Maybe her wolf, I wonder?

No,Max says incredulously.That wasn’t Sereia.

What?I feel surprised.Don’t be silly.

No, I’m sure.He shakes his body a bit to wake up from his sleep, stretching and yawning.That was just Freya.

I can barely wrap my mind around that. Does this mean she has gifts? She did tell us that story of how she defended herself when a bunch of guys wanted to force themselves on her—she didn’t say it like that, probably to not anger me further, but I could tell that they wanted to force her into something. I’ll hunt down each and every guy who ever touched one of the slaves against their will.

“Freya, did you rank omega too?” Marcel finally asks into the silence.

She shakes her head. “I didn’t rank at all.”

Another surprise. I blink at her. “They didn’t test you?”

“They did, but the test didn’t work on me,” she admits.

I stare at her, wide-eyed. “But…what…”

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