All Chapters of Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ZAHIR"This is about revenge," I reminded myself, trying to cling to the one thing that had driven me for years. "I won't let anything distract me from my goal."Yet, as I saw Serafina caring for her people, refusing to save herself and leave the others to their fate, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of admiration. It disgusted me how devoted she was to their well-being, how she disregarded her own safety. It disgusted me that I was even admiring it, fuck. Why should she bother when the world had done nothing but inflict pain upon her?"She's just a foolish girl," I said to myself, trying to dismiss any semblance of respect that might be creeping in. "Humans are weak, and their suffering is of no consequence to me."But as much as I tried to convince myself of that, I couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that she was affecting me. I hated it. I hated her for making me question my purpose, for making me hesitate in my pursuit of revenge."Focus on your vengeance," I grow

SERAFINA As we made our way back to the hut, I couldn't stop looking at the vial of the cure. It was a small bottle and the particles within shimmered underneath the moonlit sky. I hoped it would be enough to go round for all the sick slaves – they were a lot, and the vial was really small. However, the witch had instructed that I only put one drop in a cup of water for each person and the plague would be cured. It should be able to round. Anyways, I was happy, delighted and elated about the cure. I was practically skipping in happiness as I walked, my heart overwhelmed in joy that I had finally been able to find a cure to save my people. Off course, I owed it all to the paranoid Cloaked Lycan. "Thank you so much for helping me get the cure," I bubbled, turning to him with a wide grin. "You have no idea how much this means to me and my people."He walked silently behind me, and for a moment, I wondered if he was even listening. But I was too elated to let his stoic demeanor damp

SERAFINA. I sat there, numb and exhausted, my eyes fixed on Vallie's lifeless body. I had cried for so long that tears no longer came, leaving me with a hollow ache in my chest. I couldn't believe she was gone, and I couldn't shake off the guilt that gnawed at me. If only I had acted faster, if only I had found the cure sooner, maybe she would still be breathing, maybe she would still be alive. The weight of my own failure crushed me, and I couldn't bear to look at her peaceful face, knowing I had failed her. I blamed myself for not being strong enough, not being quick enough. I blamed myself for not saving her, for not saving all of them. They trusted me, they believed in me, and I let them down. My mind was a whirlwind of regrets and what-ifs. I replayed every moment in my head, searching for any sign that I could have done somethibg differently. But it was all in vain, and I was left with the bitter truth that I couldn't change what had happened. I wished I could turn back time

ZAHIR I analyzed all of Serafina's words carefully. Definitely, Hera wouldn't be able to execute anything without the help of at least someone in the palace. So I would not oppose the fact that she must've gotten help from one of the slaves, as those are most likely the only people in the palace who would succumb to whatever she had used to cajole them. So I was not surprised to hear that from Serafina. However, whoever this Pam girl was, she wouldn't go unpunished. I would do my investigations and make sure I had solid proof before going on to accuse Hera. And my first step to doing that was locating this Pam girl. "Are you sure about what you're saying? This is a large accusation you're making here." I said and she nodded in affirmation. "I am very sure." She replied. "I have been critically thinking about it." "Alright then." I heaved a sigh. "I still feel you shouldn't go to the palace to question Hera or this Pam girl. I believe you should still exercise a bit of patience.

ZAHIR Lord Timothee. Hmm. What did Hera and this man have to do with each other? Just to be sure, I scanned through the rest of the letters and saw that they were all addressed from Lord Timothee. Meaning, the two have been in constant communication for a long time.I was about to open the letter to read when I heard the rustling of the sheets and I turned back to see that Hera had rolled over on the bed. I dropped the letters quickly, just as I had found them so she wouldn't suspect, and then I left her quarters and went back to mine. Immediately I entered into my quarters, I shut the door behind me and sat down at the edge of my bed. I couldn't believe that Hera was working with Lord Timothee. I had still not been able to digest the fact that she had brought the plague into the palace, but not only that, she had also been working with Lord Timottee all these while?The extent of the betrayal was grievous. Way too grievous. And I could not overlook it, not at all. Hera had to b