Lysandra: A slave to the beast, the savage Lycan king

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n at her father's lifeless

and Alpha Dmarcus's robe was still clutched in my hand.

uttered, trying to come u

d like she had been punched in the gut, a

pat, her voice venomous

efend myself. "No, Theodora,

was already calling for the guards,

ickly! This... this thin

guards would come, and

mean to," I cried, trying to find the right wor

a way to escape, but there was n

an to kill h

have mercy!" I cried, tea

ped me hard on the face, yanking my hair backward.

er," she spat. "You

tried to drag me. I fought against th

ing her father's corpse on the floor. Her cries were ringin

s if the whole world had ended. A wave of anger surged through me, and I hit th

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too much moisture. All my body parts hurt from head to toe. I was starving. I h

hands felt warm while the blisters on my lips burnt like d

se to the physical torment I'd endured for 48 ho

break me. From beating, whipping, starvation and worse. I'd act

t a few weeks ago, I was a

though my family hated me. But all of t

was almost too much to digest. The loss of everything was extremely bitter, to be "

lost, which reveals my tattered family, captivating home and freedom transfo

ook, but my muscles felt too weak to move. I felt exhausted, hungry, and trap

read. I backed away, pressing myself against the wall for suppo

hed to whisper, knowing every drop of con

e clothed in fragrant perfume erupted t

its her facial features, and she looked like

d she walked carefully inside the cell

incess, I guess," she said, he

pat on the floor, her expr

rnate chair in the centre of the cell. Theodora sat down, her movements elegant and ca

, I thought I saw a glimmer of sadness. But i

my father,

who treated me like his ow

d. Theodora's expression changed, a

ngs easier for me. How clever could you be? I just co

rd, her eyes gli

ing with sarcasm. "I'm fascinated. How did you manage to

ck. "Wait, what?" I as

ay he's an old man. I wanted to make his death simpl

eodora didn't even look capable of harmin

p and smoothing out her dress. "I couldn't spend mo

"Please, just let me go. I beg you, I'll neve

ear, this is just the beginning of your nightmare. You will

and left. "Please, jus

" her voice echoed

uickly and started eating because I was starving. The food was my only c

ng things easier for me.

ring to, but I didn't care. All t

searing pain shot through my abdomen, and I felt a wave of nausea wa

hit me-I had

bearable, a searing burn that threatened to consume me whole.

g, my body weakened by the poison coursing throug

ed to the ground, my world goin