Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Isabelle's shoulders shook as she spoke, like her body was trying to shake off the memory. "Well, he came to me while I was working and said I was too good for this place and deserved the world. He told me it was love at first sight and that he wanted only me as his mate. Once I let him in... I was too scared to chase him away. He paid everything we needed and our debts and bought us a home outside the slums. Then he forced me to..." she shivered, voice breaking. "Anyway after I was confirmed pregnant the physical abuse started. I didn't realize he took control of my entire life until I realized was too scared to do anything against him or say no. He got even worse when I stopped him from beating Davi as a baby... I was forced to do all kinds of terrible things just because he threatened Davi... And I still couldn't keep him safe. There's really no Prince Charming that ever goes to visit the slums looking for a woman. I was just a tool from the beginning. How stupid I was." I felt

How dare that asshole threaten me like this? How dare he kidnap me? Why the fuck did I get weaker the more I tried to get these ropes off my hands and feet? Ugh, it was the wolfsbane all over again! It made me weaker. I hated this shitty basement. A small tapping sound echoed behind me. I turned toward the tiny window just out of reach and gasped as it opened. "Ky—" "Shhh!" he said quickly, slithering inside as quietly as possible. "You have to be quiet, master." "How'd you find this place?" I whispered. "I was told by Isabelle that Dennis kidnapped you," he said. "She offered up several locations to check out before she went unconscious again." Isabelle? "She's still alive?" "Barely. They said she's going to recover, but it'd honestly be a miracle if she survives. Levi and Evan followed close behind me with some soldiers," Kyle said, pulling a knife out. "Master, let me cut the rope." "I can't believe you came alone. It's so dangerous," I told him. "It's less flashy. No

I opened my eyes feeling groggy as ever. "Master," I heard a voice say. "Kyle?" I asked. He let tears fall. "I'm sorry master! I failed to protect you," he sobbed dramatically. "I really doubted you near the end when you agreed to that guy's terms. I don't like Levi but I didn't want you to be that guy's slave! I'm so grateful!" He was being loud. "Calm down—" I was cut off by a gentle hug. "Master, even though you were scared, thank you for protecting me and bringing me out of the forest! Because of you, for the first time in a long time, I'm happy to be alive." He was really such a kid. "Lay down," Kyle suddenly said, letting go. "I'm fine," I said. "Don't argue and just lay back down. Moving recklessly will just cause more issues," Kyle argued. "After getting shot I'm in pretty good shape." "Because the bullet didn't hit anything important and since it was a silver bullet the wound can only heal at a human's pace." "Is that why I feel no pain?" I asked. "That's becau

"So you know?" Levi asked. "Yeah, I know," I said. "And?" "You're a real motherfucker." He didn't even flinch. Of course he didn't. "I made you an unshakeable figure and that's something you have to be in a political setting. Did I technically use you, yes—but only to sway public sentiment back to the monarchy side. I have to secure that for Remus and our retirement!" Levi explained. "I had no idea that you'd reel in my family and place someone loyal to us as a replacement for our most unstable branch. I also had no idea that old bastard would act up like that. I just took advantage of the moment when I could. And sure, my mission was always to get public sentiment on our side, but I can't help that you can do it in your sleep. I'm only good at fighting and war strategies. You and Evan are my only trusted advisors." I stared at him, unimpressed. "Get to the point." "I can't predict how many things will go wrong on a mission, but one or two things always do—it's just a fact of

I woke up to a ceiling so white it hurt my eyes. I hated that ceiling. I always had. It meant weakness. It meant I'd failed badly enough to be laid flat beneath it. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air, sharp and cold, crawling into my lungs like judgment. "I see that you're awake," my mother's voice spit. I turned my head and saw her standing beside the bed, arms crossed, posture immaculate, eyes heavy with disappointment. No relief. No concern. Just judgement. "Mom—" My throat burned. My entire body felt like stone. Stiff. Wrong. I couldn't move. "You killed an intermediate level skinwalker, correct?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "Then you can continue to be recognized here." She clapped her hands twice. Shit. "Get up. Now that you're ten, it's time." I forced myself to sit up, biting back a sound as pain screamed through my fresh wounds. "Ugh—" "What are you doing?" she hissed. Too slow. I stood as quickly as I could, legs shaking, and reached toward the enchanted swo