The Lycan King's Long Lost Princess
The Lycan King’s Long Lost Princess Chapter 71

Genevieve’s POV

I asked Lanie if she knew where her master lives and she froze. She looked at me frantically with wide eyes.

“You guys are going to give me back to him aren’t you?” I smelled b***d and I looked down, she had her fists clean he’d so tight her nails were cutting into her palms.

“No! But we need to find that man. We think we know exactly who it is, and he is very dangerous. We need to get him.” I said.

“Y-you promise? I do-don’t want to g-go back.” Tears stream down her face as she falls to her knees.

“I promise. We will never give you back. You are your own person now. You’re free. You’re a part of this family now, so get used to it.” I said.

She nodded her head and stood up. I swiped her tears away with my thumb and smiled at her.

“We can talk more about where later. Now, tell me. What do you know about mates?” I asked.

“I don’t know much besides a mate is your partner. I heard mates are meant for each other. And I know Mathew called me his mate when he first saw me. Why did he do that?” She asked. I pulled her down on a wooden swing by the back patio.

“You’re his mate. I found it odd at first because Hunter said humans don’t have mates. But Mathew says he’s sure if it. You do know Mathew would never hurt you, right?” I asked. She pushed her feet on the ground moving the swing.

“I have a feeling somewhere that I know he won’t. But my immediate thought is he will.” She said. She looked at her hands placed on her lap.

“Mathew is good. I promise you are safe with him. Besides fear, what do you feel when you’re near him?” I asked. I know I should mind my own business but I hate seeing Mathew so broken. He deserves his happiness.

“He smells.. good. It’s almost.. calming. My heart jumps when he’s around, or I hear his voice. I don’t understand why, but I just want to be around him.. even when I don’t want to be around him.” She said.

“You’re mates. Look, he will give you time. I know that’s what you really need. It’s what I needed. You need time to settle into your surroundings. Time to find things out for yourself. And I know you don’t feel safe, but you are. None of us will allow any harm to come to you.” I said. I placed my hand on her shoulder and smiled at her.

“You said it’s also what you needed. Is that where your scars are from? I don’t mean to offend, it’s just hard to not notice someone with scars like mine. Something happened to you, before all of this?” She asks motioning towards the castle.

“Something did. I was also used for the pleasures of others. I was pretty much a slave, just without the collar. My parents were murdered when I was 8. And the man that killed them, held me captive for 10 years. He did whatever he wanted, his beta did the same. That’s who we’re trying to find. Who’s killing those girls, I’m sure it’s him. I would like to try something if you wouldn’t mind?” I asked.

“What is it?” She asked.

“I have these.. abilities. Could I just touch you, and see if I could see him? I know that doesn’t make much sense.. I’m not sure if you will see too, but I could try to keep you from seeing if you want me to?” I asked.

“I don’t understand. See him?” She looks at me confused.

“I want to look through your memories and see the same that’s been killing these girls. The man that murdered my parents. I would like to see if I could find out where you came from.” I said.

“My memories? Like what happened when you touched me.. when I first got here?” She asked and I nodded.

“I-I.. I don’t mind. You don’t have to block me out, I could maybe help?” She said. I look around and see Connor standing by the back door watching but not bothering us.

“Whatever you want me to do.”

“I want to help. So, do it.” She straightens her shoulders and holds out her hand. I look into her eyes again and she nods. I grab her hand and focus.

When I open my eyes I’m standing in the middle of a cold room. There’s a ripped red velvet couch and a matching chair against a wall. The wall across is.. the cage.

This small, ugly metal box sits against the wall. Its bars rusted and bent. I take a step closer and see the padlock, heavy thing. And inside the cage is Lanie. She’s curled Into a ball against the farthest wall from the door.

She sits there quietly for a few minutes before I hear the rattling of door locks and the front door opens. She shrinks back as far away as she can, not that she has anywhere else to go.

The door opens and in walks a man I’ve never seen before.

“Master.” Lanie bows her head, never making eye contact.

“I had to greet master every time he entered the room. I hated it the most because it made it impossible to be forgotten about. It was a reminder to him that I was here to play with.” Lanie said. She stood next to me, watching her past self in the cage with disgust.

“It’s horrible that you had to go through this. No one deserves it.” I said and she nodded.