All Chapters of The Lycan's Slave Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lucas I could smell her arousal because it was a lot more enticing when one approached the end of the heat period. Her pupils were dilated and I could take her where she lay without any objections from her. Nobody ever said no to their mate especially a wolf who was in the kind of state she was. I pulled her into my arms and she followed, forgetting how much she probably hated me. Her emotions were in control and she almost tackled me to the floor in a frenzy. “Easy, mate,” I soothed her gently, patting her soft hair. “You are my business and I am here to set you free. However, the final decision lies with my father.” Her heavy breathing diminished to a soft hum as she sat close to me. I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her curves, a possessive move, of course but a subconscious move that I had done without even thinking about it. She was mine, all mine and I had forgiven the Moon Goddess for her meddling matchmaking. “What do you plan to do then?” she wanted to know, dipp

A PeacemakerMiatta “He let you go? The Lycan King let you go?!” Yvette shrieked, unable to believe her ears. The rest of the slaves parted for her to come to me and I stood still, unafraid of her. I shrugged as if the matter itself was that simple to comprehend. The Lycan King was not known to forgive any offender and he had done so twice where I was concerned. The knowledge that all her scheming had been in vain was presumably killing her. “You mean to tell me also that he took away your collar as well, knowing fully well how dangerous you are to the rest of us?” she ranted on, smoke almost churning out of her ears. I was about to shrug again but a naughty part in me wouldn't let me be. “The Lycan King did not. I was not so honoured. The collar belongs to the Lycan Prince and it was he who took it away, quite gently, if I must say. My sins have been forgiven and forgotten, Prefect.” Yvette frowned intensely, shaking her head in disbelief. I couldn't find her accomplice anywhere

Lucas's POV “Miatta?” “Yes, My Lord?” “You have been scrubbing at my locks for quite some time now. When do you plan to get to the other half of me?” She paused, her hands still in my hair. “In due time, my L—” “Don't. Just don't, Miatta.” I couldn't hide the concrete anger in my voice. “Don't try that with me. You know you can call me Lucas. You have been calling me that all day.” She rinsed her soapy hands in the tub and walked around to the other side, leaving the soap in the water. “I have? I apologize for my insubordination, my Lord. I will remember that as I go along.” She was testing me, calling my bluff but I was ready to disappoint her. I leaned back again and pushed the bar towards her, closing my eyes. I felt her hand snaking tentatively around my ankle and she pulled it above water level, resting it on the rim. She soaped beneath my feet and the soap fell into the water with a little splash. The next thing I felt was her nimble fingers scrubbing between my toes, s

Miatta POV Evening came and not soon enough. I was high-strung from the sexual tension between I and Lucas. He made sure to sit apart from me, respecting my wishes but I could tell that he was walking on a tight rope. Some slaves had brought his meal and I had received the leftovers, eating juicy meat for the first time since I entered Red Bone Pack. They returned to take the dishes away and Lucas exited his big and comfortable bed, giving me room to take a long nap. Hours later, a hand tapped on my shoulders, rousing me from my dreams. I opened a drowsy eye, flat on my back to avoid ruining the pretty dress. Lucas stood at the side of the bed and I could see the darkness beyond the window. The drums had begun, its fast and energetic beats reaching my ears and filling me with excitement. He helped me down by the hand and escorted me out of his room where his bodyguard was waiting for us. The loyal warrior bowed to him respectfully, bending from his waist. “Your booth is ready, my

Lucas I watched Miatta run away from her mistake, parting through people in a haste. Despite how angry I was at her, my wolf urged me to get up and go after her. I obliged the obstinate animal, rising to my feet when Yvette pulled on my arm. “My Lord, you are going to. . . go after her, are you? She is but a mere slave.” No, she was not, I wanted to snap back at her. Jealous though I was that she liked someone else, it wasn't in me to leave a female upset. Yvette's hands on me was infuriating and I had suffered along with Miatta, enduring her touch to keep up appearances. “Besides, the king and Beta Logan are watching as well. They cannot see you running after a careless slave,” Yvette pressed on, trying to make me see reason. She was on point and it was true that my idea was not exactly proper but that night, Miatta was not a slave. She was my Lady of Honour and I had driven her away. “She isn't a slave tonight, Yvette and it is my duty to make my guest as comfortable as possib