The Lycan King's Long Lost Princess
The Lycan King’s Long Lost Princess Chapter 64

Lanies POV

Dinner was honestly really pleasant. I wasn’t forced to roll my head over and offer my neck to anyone. I wasn’t hit when I spoke out of turn. I was treated like a person.

I felt myself gravitating towards the redheaded man. It was unintentional, but I just feel this pull to him. I don’t even want to think about what he first said when he saw me. “Mate.” I think to myself. As if.

He does smell really nice, and that hair of his.. Gods. All I want is to run my fingers through it. Why must I be plagued with these thoughts when I’m on the run? They will surely find my master and let him know they have me. I won’t last much longer here. I know they said they’re nothing like the vampires but.. I don’t know. How do I know who to trust?

Honestly, I don’t get any feelings of them being anything more than they show me, though I can feel the power radiating off of that one girl.

When she touched me after I arrived it was like I rewatched every memory I have in the blink of an eye. Every bad thing I’ve ever gone through, where I come from. She gave me a sad smile and I knew she knew. I don’t know how, but she did. And for some reason that terrified me.

Walking to the room they’ve placed me in for the night my nose fills with the scent of him. Ugh! Why does he smell so good? Rude. I feel that I’m no longer alone, so I turn around and bare my neck.

“You do not need to do that.” He said. He reached to place his hand on my shoulder but I flinched. He quickly pulled back and my eyes dart to his. Everything in my body tells me to stay right here with him, but my mind begs me to run.

“Why are you afraid of me? I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.” He said flatly. The expression on his face changed from worry to blank in a matter of seconds.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend.” I said. Master would kill me if I let another touch me without his permission. I know I’ve run, but what if they give me back?

“You didn’t. It’s okay. I’m sorry. Would you like to join me in the gardens for a walk?” He asked. That’s odd. It’s already dark outside.

“I uh..” I stammer out. I don’t really know what to do here.

“Just join me. Please?” He asks. He studied my face trying to figure me out but then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just want to talk. To get to know you. I won’t ever hurt you or let anyone hurt you. Ever. You’re safe with me.” He said. He’s trying to smooth talk me into it. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and nodded.

“I suppose a walk is fine,” I say. His lips curl into a small smile of victory. Why would he ever want to be near me? I’m a slave. A pet. I’m not good company.

He leads me back down the stairs and out towards the back of the palace. Master never really let me outside unless we were leaving. So the feeling of the breeze and the warm summer air was quite amazing. I feel at peace when I’m outside.

We walk to an area with all sorts of flowers. He carried a lantern with us so we could see, thank the gods he did, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to see a thing. The moon isn’t so bright tonight, but you can still see her watching.

As we walk under the trees and around the flowers he doesn’t say a word. I thought that’s what he wanted? I look at him puzzled but he just keeps the silence.

He leads me to an area under a tree and snatched something from one of the branches.

“Apple?” He asks holding the bright green apple towards me. I nod and quickly grab it from him and his thumb brushes my index finger. I pull back quickly and look at the ground.

He sits on the grass against the tree and pats the ground next to him.

“Sit.” He says. I follow instructions and sit next to him, but farther away than he asked. He looks at me and I see a sad look cross his face, but he nods and leans back against the tree and closes his eyes.

“So you were a slave?” He asks.

“Yes,” I say. I hate this. Being a slave is humiliating enough, but to get out and it follow me? I hate it.

“How long?” He asks. I honestly don’t remember the day exactly. I know the day of my 16th birthday my master bought me. He had been waiting since he first saw me in the shop when I was 12. It’s probably been about 15 years since?

“About 15 or so years,” I said. I feel so ashamed of who I am. I pet. Why did I have to be born a human?

“What’s the name of your master?” He opened his eyes and looked at me. A muscle in his jaw moves as he clenches it. I feel rage start to blanket me and I suddenly feel claustrophobic.

I stand up quickly and walk away, my breathing erratic.

“Are you okay?” He asks. I hadn’t even realized he’d followed me. He looks at me with worried eyes.

“I couldn’t breathe for a second. I’m fine.” I said. I lowered my head and just stood there.

“We can go back inside or we could go back to the spot. Whatever you want.” He says.

“Let’s go inside,” I say. I love it out here but I’m getting tired.

We walk inside and he leads me into a room on the second floor. Looking around I notice it’s just a sitting area. Two recliners and a small bookshelf full of books in the middle. He motioned towards one of the chairs and I sat down.

“Who was your master?” He asked as he sat in the other chair. He grabbed his hair and pulled it into a bun on the back of his head. Ugh, why does he have to look so good?

“His name is Lord Gregory Vladimir. He’s the vampire king’s slave supplier. He goes around and gathers the best slaves for the king and his men. Though he did break protocol and kept me instead of giving me to the king like he was supposed to.”

“How old were you when you were bought?” He asked. His expression was cold and deadly, but for some reason, I found myself unable to hide anything from him. I’m not afraid of him like I should be.

“He first found me when I was 12. But the shop owner said no, that I wasn’t old enough for the kind of slave he was asking for. So he came back every year to try and buy me again. Eventually, on my 16th birthday, Mr. Russell caved in and sold me to him. According to master, he paid a pretty penny for me.” I say.

“I’ll kill them.” Is all he said. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. I could feel the atmosphere change as he grew angrier. Am I making him angry?

“Why would you do that?” I ask completely shocked at his statement.

“No one will ever touch you again. You’re not a slave anymore. I should’ve already taken that damned collar off of you. The king said not to bother about it yet but the more you talk about being a slave and the more I see that f*cking collar the angrier I get.” He growls. Red fur starts shooting out of his skin but I can see he’s fighting it.

“Run.”