A Mate For The Last Lycan novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: THE GOLDEN STAMP

"This is what you wanted," Lyra slurred. She shifted her eyes from the ceiling to Zuri’s face. She scrutinized her, looking for the thing that she really needed right now. "Where is it?"

Zuri sat down next to her and pulled something from her pocket dress. Out there, the snow had melted and the weather was not really cold anymore.

"Show me the stamp first," Zuri said. Khaos had told her how the stamp looked like, she only needed to confirm it.

Princess Lyra chuckled and then handed it to Zuri, the thing that she had been hugging. Her brown hair spread on the white tile, she looked beautiful. Fragile and pale, but beautiful nonetheless.

Her soft brown eyes looked at Zuri with a mocking lilt, which she ignored when she took stamp from her hand and observed the item.

The stamp was gold in color and there was a crack at the edge, it was not bigger than her palm, but heavy enough considering the small size of it.

Zuri weighed it in her hand and looked at Lyra.

"Do you know that you will destroy yourself when you used this?" Zuri didn’t immediately give the opium to Lyra, because she wanted to have a conversation with her when she was sober enough to answer a few of her question.

"You don’t know. You don’t understand," she slurred. She blinked her eyes and her eyelashes rested softly on her cheekbones.

Princess Lyra was beautiful and young and if she was not trapped in her addiction, Zuri could imagine how brilliant those eyes were.

"Have you ever felt like you might be crazy because you heard a lot of voices in your head?"

Oh, she did. Zuri not only heard voices in her head, she saw dead people too.

However, she didn’t say anything and let her talking.

"The voices in my head keep telling me to do something atrocious. The voices keep telling me to... to..." Lyra tried to find the right word. "To kill... to bath in blood..."

Zuri narrowed her eyes, still, she didn’t say anything.

"But, this..." She waved her hand, Zuri was not sure what she meant. "I can escape from the voices in my head. It feels good. I feel good. I feel happy. Being a princess is not fun... they expected me to bear a child. I gave them a child and they want me to make more child. Child after child to pass down the legacy."

"Who are they?" Zuri finally asked, entertained her.

Lyra chuckled. "The men. My father. My mate. The elders in my father’s council. The more the children I have the merrier." Lyra laughed, as if the word was so funny. "I am with a baby now. They are happy. I am not."

Zuri didn’t think the baby would survive if she kept up with her addiction.