The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Lyra and Drakkar tensed, hiding their deadly secret.

Lyras hand slid carefully toward Drakkars belt.

She was about to reach the sheath, planning to drop the dagger into some sack, but then.

THAT FEMALE IS HIDING SOMETHING! Someone from another pack ratted her out.

They had never taken their eyes off them.

Among the crowd were plenty of Neréns spies.

SHOW ME! Drakkar growled, stepping in front of his female and gripping the leather sheath in his hand.

There was no way to hide it now.

Its mine! I didnt steal anything! He roared with his fangs out, hair bristling with rage, but over thirty seasoned warriors had their spears aimed right at them.

Give it to them, Drakkar, give it to them, Lyra whispered behind him.

Resisting would only make things worse.

They were strong, but no match for an entire packthey werent invincible.

---- The sheath made it into Ner6ns hands, and when he pulled it out, his eyes lit up with greed disguised as fake outrage.

THIS IS MY KNIFE! he roared shamelessly.

I KNEW THIS PACK WAS FULL OF THIEVES! LIES! Drakkar snapped back, earning a shove from the nearest guard.

How dare you disrespect the future Alpha of our pack?! Lyra rushed to hold him back.

Her hands burned over the black veins starting to snake beneath her mates skin.

calm down, my love, calm down.

Drakkar, listen to me, do everything I say.

Trust me.

Trust me...

Her words tamed the storms inside Drakkars chest.

He clung to Lyra like she was his lifeline.

As long as they didnt hurt his female, hed endure the slander...

at least for now.

If he exploded, his curse could kill him too.

We didnt steal anything, future Alpha.

This man knows exactly how to craft that thing in your hands.

Do you? Lyra stood tall, never stepping away from her mate, facing Nerén head-on.

why should I explain anything to you? Nerén looked her up and down.

He had to admit she was stunning.

---- (f [say its mine, its mine.

You're both going to prison for stealing! No! Thats not fair! The cries of the females rose as Drakkar and Lyra were taken prisoner.

SHUT UP! The warriors snarled at them, shoving back the males who were about to shift, even if they'd get beaten for it.

No one believed Drakkar had stolen it.

That sharp knife had to be a gift from Lyra! Dont fight! Girls, girls! Lyra suddenly turned to the women in the middle of the chaos and the warrior blockade.

Her eyes locked with Lorencitas.

TEP she managed to say in the middle of the uproar.

No one else understood that nonsense, but the females from Valle Feértil did.

It was time to wait for nightfall...

and unleash absolute chaos.

These bastards were about to find out.