The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance) novel Chapter 170

The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance)

Chapter 170

Lyra

I don’t even think about it. I just pull up my arm and punch Ryan square in the face.

The sound of my fist connecting with his jaw is the most satisfying thing I’ve heard all day. Ryan stumbles back, his head snapping

to the side. He stays frozen for a second, his hand slowly reaching up to touch his face. He looks at me in complete shock with wide

eyes.

“Did you just-?”

“Yes!” I snap, my heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and fury. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t get the fuck out of my personal

space.”

Ryan’s expression shifts instantly. The shock disappears, replaced by rage. His eyes glow a deep, angry red. Before I can move, he

lunges, his hand shooting out to grab my neck.

“How dare you?” he growls, his grip tightening. “You think because you went away for a few weeks that you’re suddenly above me?

The future Alpha of my pack?”

He raises his other hand to slap me, but I’m ready for him. I don’t freeze like I used to. I see the movement coming before he even

moved his hand. I block his arm with my forearm, then reach up and grab his hand. I twist his wrist with every bit of strength I’ve

gained from the academy training.

Ryan lets out a pained groan, his knees buckling. I don’t let go. I keep twisting until he’s forced to drop to the ground, his face

contorted in agony.

‘Let me out, Lyra,‘ Wyndra snarls in my mind. ‘I want to finish him. I want to rip his head off his neck for good!‘

‘Don’t worry, Wyndra,‘ I tell her firmly. ‘He’s not worth any stress. He’s practically worthless.‘

I release his wrist and immediately kick him in the face, my boot connecting with his cheek. He falls back onto the grass, panting. I

step over him, looking down with a coldness I didn’t even know I possessed.

“The next time you try to put your hand on me again, I’ll make sure you regret it,” I threaten, my voice low and steady. “I’m no

longer the weak, defenseless pushover you always saw me as, Ryan. Get that through your head.”

He glares up at me, his lip bleeding. “I never pushed you over! I loved you! I cared for you!” He moves to a sitting position, looking

desperate. “Can’t you remember the promises we made? The first time we made love? How we planned our entire future together?”

“Is it the same future you destroyed by picking my sister over me?” I yell back.

Ryan stands up, trying to approach me again, but I take a step back, my hands clenched into fists.

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“Look, I know I made a big mistake,” he says, his voice cracking. He looks distressed, but I don’t care. “But I was under pressure,

Lyra! You have to understand… my pack… I was in a hard position because I needed someone that would make me stronger to take

it back. I would have never left you if-”

“If you knew I’d turn out well despite being wolfless, right?” I finish for him, a mocking smile touching my lips.

Ryan looks at the ground, his silence giving me the only answer I need. “Yes,” he whispers. Tears begin to drop down his face.

I just stare at him. A few months ago, geeing him cry might have broken my heart. Now, I feel nothing. Nothing at all.

“Ly, I’m so sorry I hurt you,” Ryan says, wiping his face. “I’m sorry that I…um…kissed you without your consent just now. But you

have to know… it’s because there’s still the mate bond between us, right? You can’t deny that we are still drawn to each other.”

I stare at him for a long moment, and then I burst into laughter. I can’t stop. I laugh until my stomach hurts and my eyes start to

water. Ryan looks frustrated, but he stays quiet, watching me like I’ve lost my mind.

“When you rejected me, it was signed and sealed,” I say once I catch my breath. “The whole pack was witness to it. You have no

right to even look at me again, let alone think about us being ‘drawn to each other.”

“Well, you’re wrong,” Ryan says, his voice turning hard again. “I rejected you, but you never accepted the rejection. The bond isn’t

broken, Lyra. And you will be mine again. Very soon.”

“Keep dreaming,” I tell him, turning my back on him. “The only thing that will ever make me yours is if you force me. And good luck

with that.”

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