Offered To The Cursed Lycan King

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ve." Mistress Pandra pulled her attention, still busy with the clothes she was

woman, so what was the discussion all about? She understands that Mistress Pandra despises the humans and werew

r the cloth became a waste." she hissed and dropped it aside. She had been in charge of the female slaves that v

overstayed your welcome here, Lyra. Why not check if the wolfless slave survived last night

l never step your feet in the King's cham

k all the clothes. "You must be full of yourself for being the King's right-hand woman, and then it slipped you

hat. The King had never been enraged by he

y. She also believes that soon, the deal wil

one. So you must bite your tongue." Lyra shrieked at Pandra before storming o

's chamber, she halted, her gaze spinning around the environment. Memor

r sword. "Then it means she isn't the one like the King

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op. She shut her eyes again, "This must be the underworld. I hope to meet my parents and confes

enly rushed through her body and forcefully sat up, but a fierce

Wait! Wait! This is the room I came in last night?" she rolled her eyes up

in blood and scratches from the King's claws.

head, and she grabbed

lf. When she coordinated herself a bit, she looked around the room

efore her very eyes, causing her to fall back. Her heart hit harder

wasn't just a Lycan

n turn the world upside down if he wished. Was this the reaso

t a creature that was forged on it

er. "I wonder how much blood I lost last night." she thought, stepping a foot, but a hot lash

dn't have enough air to sustain her.

the doorknob, pulling it open

oked like none of them came close to their king

her body system. Being a slave in her father's palace was much bett

pass through here last night. Did I miss the road?" she contemplated, lips agape while she stared

floor with her right arm. Soft groans of pain left her li

ot breath, about to shut her eyes, but the sound of someone approachi

survi

ognized her v

is is l

about her being on the

ish smile that showed before her, but her vision wa

chosen one." Lyra scoffed an

of questions roamed in her mind, but she couldn't st