The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 4.6.THE PYROMANIACS OF FERTILE VALLEY NARRATOR Aztoria lunged forward with her jaws wide open.

Her entire superior Alpha aura exploded, freezing Veraks will.

All he could do was stare death in the face, eyes wide.

How could Lyra be this strong? If only he had known.

But abusers always meet their end, and this time, the victim became the executioner.

Veraks wolf trachea was caught in Aztorias mouth when she tore his throat out in one savage, bloody bite.

While the blood painted the ground in crimson shades, the Alphas son from the Valle Fértil pack lost the light of life.

His final thought was of his father...

Drakkar dropped him to the ground in disgust and spat on him with contempt.

The pain in his chest was excruciating, the curse burning on his skin.

But as long as Lyra was safe and with him, he could endure anything His black eyes turned to the beautiful she-wolf, who was watching him too.

---- Her light eyes filled with a mix of fears and expectations.

Lyra, do you think I scared my mate? Oh no...

what if shes intimidated now?! Baby, Im weak! Ive got a horny little Omega soul with you! Lyra gave a crooked smile.

She'd just killed a man and was still acting all romantic.

Though deep down, she was also worried Drakkar might be upset that she lied about how strong she really was.

But the untamed male suddenly stepped toward Aztoria, who took a step back in hesitation.

Without giving her a second to react, Drakkars warm arms wrapped around her neck as he dropped to one knee before her.

Aztorias heart skipped a beat and her fluffy, thick tail wagged faster and faster.

hank you, little wolf.

Thank you for protecting Lyra.

You're amazing.

The sweetest embrace closed around her neck, his rough hands stroking her back, and the warrior sniffed and kissed her gently, lost in her softness.

Aztoria was howling like crazy at the moon.

Tell me who else I gotta rip apart to get more kisses! I am more ---- impressive than Lyra, right? aztoria...

Lyra scolded through her teeth.

Shift back now.

No way! Ive been dying to show myself to Drakkar, she pouted.

Lyra knew how badly she wanted it, but this wasnt the time or place.

You're covered in blood...

have you looked at yourself? While Drakkar was thanking all the heavens that his mate was a powerful Alpha she-wolf, his two wives were fighting for his attention.

Veraks body was growing cold beside them.

In the end, huffing in annoyance, Aztoria decided to hand the control back to Lyra.

They still werent out of danger.

Lyra, Drakkar pulled her naked body into a hug, ripping off his skirt to wipe Veraks blood off her.

That smell on his womans body bothered him deeply.

Theres no time, Drakkar.

The warriors could come back any minute.

Lets get dressed.

They got moving immediately.