The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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KHALUM IN WAR MODE NARRATOR In Lyras mind, the wolf that had saved her in the jungle slipped into her inner world, circling around Aztoria, who stared at him in fascination.

she was a big Alpha, but her mate towered over her.

They sniffed and licked each other, recognizing one another as two halves of a whole.

"T'm your mate, little one.

My name is Khalum," he said, caressing her snout.

suddenly, that wild lycan scooped Lyra into his arms, and she felt so small against the softness of his broad chest.

Dont cry, my beautiful Lyra, I'l take you home, Drakkars voice poured into her heart.

Why did Drakkar now look like a lycan? Had he already been cured of his curse by absorbing that strange magic? Lyra didnt understand what kind of combination this was, but she snuggled against him and closed her eyes to gather strength.

His scent, his warmth, his protection...

it all surrounded her and ---- made her sigh.

why do you look like that, like a lycan? she heard Aztoria ask Khalum.

A lycan? he tilted his fluffy head to the side, just like Drakkar did when he didnt understand something.

phe form you took when you held Lyra.

This is my war form, but when its not needed, I look like this.

He trotted around Aztoria, who gave him a thorough look.

Lyra finally smiled subtly when she heard the lustful thoughts of her wayward wolf.

Drakkar was also getting used to the feeling of connecting with his other half.

But it turned out things werent that simple.

The war form was hard to maintain, it required more energy, like the one sealed within the ice runes.

It felt like someone had taken the power of Drakkars wolf and split it into many parts.

Who did that and why? Khalum couldnt remember, but now he was able to track it and knew where the next ice altar was.

---- The curse hadnt been fully lifted.

However, at least Drakkar could count more on his awakened wolf.

Khalums warrior form rubbed against Lyra a bit before gently laying her down on the ground.

Though reluctant, he gave control back to his human side.

Drakkar transformed ina grotesque, visceral way.

Gasping, restless on the ground, naked and drenched in sweat.

The size shift hurt like hell.

Lyra held him and covered him with her skirt.

As Drakkar recovered, he looked past the womens bodies.

He rushed to Nana.

She was unconscious, but looked flushed, not so pale, her pulse steady; however, that wasnt the case for Gertrudis.

"Lyra...

take..." when the Alpha went to help her, she tore a leather strip from her neck that held a blue stone pendant.

"Take it...

it belonged to my...

master..." She placed it in her hands with a dim expression and spasms.

Lyra knew she was dying; a trail of blood dripped down her lips.