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His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king CHAPTER 69: Taking a risk
ASHTON'S POVMy whole world was a fucking mess.That was the only way to describe it. Not chaotic exactly, chaos implied movement, the possibility that things might eventually settle into order again.This was worse.This was everything I thought I understood collapsing in on itself, piece by brutal piece.How the hell was I supposed to know she was my true mate?She is goddamn human!Fate certainly did have a twisted sense of humor, but this… this felt like cruelty.I had replayed it a hundred times since the revelation. Maybe more. Pacing my room like a caged predator, retracing every moment with her. Every glance. Every accidental touch. Every instinctive pull I had forced myself to ignore.There had been attraction when I first met her. Of course there had been. I wasn’t blind, and I sure as hell wasn’t dead. Any sane man would have noticed her.But attraction meant nothing.Desire was cheap.Wanting someone didn’t make them destiny.Yet she is my destined one.My doom.My chest
His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king CHAPTER 68: Our room
“Are you all right?” Granny asked, her voice soft but searching, the kind that slipped past defenses and pressed gently against bruises no one could see.I inhaled slowly, schooling my expression into something calm, something believable. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine,” I said, even managing a small smile as I straightened my shoulders. Granny studied me for a moment longer, eyes sharp despite her age. Then she nodded, satisfied or perhaps choosing to be. “All right. Ashton says it’s time you take your rest, and I think he’s quite right. You do need it.”“Oh… yeah,” I replied faintly. Agreeing felt easier than resisting. Everything felt easier than resisting lately.“All this talking will only give you a headache,” she continued, already waving a dismissive hand as though the matter was settled. “Go upstairs and rest. But don’t worry,” she added, her face softening into a smile meant to comfort, “I’ll come up sometimes to keep you company.”“Oh. Thank you, Granny,” I said, meaning it more tha
His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king CHAPTER 67: Control and pretence
Ashton sat across from us on the opposite sofa, his posture relaxed but his presence anything but. He leaned back, one ankle resting over his knee, arms loosely folded, eyes sharp and observant. He looked like a man in control… too much in control. The kind that never revealed what was truly going on beneath the surface.Granny was still speaking quietly with a servant beside her. I watched as the elderly woman nodded, gave a few final instructions, then waved her hand gently, dismissing the servant. The door closed softly behind her, leaving the room heavy with silence. Granny turned fully toward me. Her sharp eyes softened instantly, as though she had been holding her concern back until we were alone.“Oh dear,” she said, clasping her hands together. “I must apologize for making you come out here.”Her voice was warm, sincere. The concern on her face was real, pure in a way that made my chest ache. It wrapped around me like a blanket I hadn’t realized I needed.“Ashton told me you
His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king CHAPTER 66: A vessel in silk
The final pin slid into place, and the maid stepped back, letting out a quiet breath of relief as though she had been holding it in all along. “All done, Your Majesty,” she said softly, curtsying low. Before I could respond, the door opened. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. My heart betrayed me instantly skipping, then racing, pounding so hard against my ribs it felt almost painful. Ashton. This is ridiculous, I scolded myself. I’m human, caught in a world of supernatural politics and emotions. Not a werewolf. There should be no bond, no pull, no reaction like this. And yet, it lingered. Why was it still here after he had rejected me so cruelly? After he had shattered whatever fragile illusion I had once held onto? The maids curtsied again, even lower this time. “Your Majesty,” they greeted him with reverence before slipping out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them. The silence that followed was thick, heavy enough to choke on. I met his gaze thr
His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king CHAPTER 65: Fate wears a crown
By the time they finished bathing me, my skin felt raw, not from the water, but from the quiet humiliation of it all. The women moved around me with practiced efficiency, their faces carefully blank, their eyes refusing to linger on mine. No one spoke. Not a single word. The silence pressed against my ears, thick and suffocating.Once done, I returned to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my chest and another around my hair. My gaze lifted and was immediately drawn to it. A beautiful royal gown. It was laid carefully on the bed as though it were something sacred, something worthy of reverence. Deep fabric that shimmered faintly in the torchlight, embroidered with symbols I didn’t recognize but somehow felt. Beside it, arranged with painful precision, were the ornaments, necklaces heavy with meaning, bracelets etched with ancient runes, a crown-like circlet meant to rest against my hair. My chest tightened. Panic rose swiftly, violently. “No,” I said, the word tearing out
His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king CHAPTER 64: Shattered heart
“What prophecy is that, that I could have possibly activated?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. The words felt fragile as they left my mouth, as though speaking them too loudly might shatter whatever thin thread still connected us. "There's no doubt about it, you did activate it," he said, Matter-of-fact. Fear coiled tightly around my chest not just fear of the prophecy itself, but fear that he might refuse to answer, or worse, that the truth would change everything between us beyond repair. For a moment, Ashton said nothing. He stood there, tall and unmoving, his expression carved from stone. The flickering torchlight danced across the sharp lines of his face, emphasizing the shadows beneath his eyes, shadows I hadn’t noticed before. They made him look tired. Haunted. Then, to my surprise, he spoke. “The prophecy states,” he said slowly, each word measured, deliberate, “that I will meet my end in the hands of my true mate.” Immediately the world tilted. I froze
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