The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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GAME OF CUNNING AND SEDUCTION NARRATOR As Lavinia was perfumed and her brown hair styled, she clenched her teeth tighter and tighter, listening to all that filth.

What that bastard really deserved was to have his balls cut off she'd take care of that after stealing his magic.

She was led into the hallway with a heavy cloak covering her naked body, walking in silence through the oppressive corridors until she reached a room where all the candidates were gathered.

The chandeliers above cast a soft glow over their nervous, made- up faces.

They looked at each other, sizing up their chances.

Some shy ones tried to hide in the shadows of the corners.

Lavinia focused on using the little magic she had left to search the corners of this damned castle.

But suddenly, something caught her attention from the second floor, and she looked up.

Through some dark curtains, someone was watching hershe could feel it.

Her brown eyes longed to pierce through the darkness.

Was it that perverted Wolf King? Something about it felt familiar, but not entirely.

It was confusing.

---- She was angry because her magic was weakened, because this so called King didnt seem like such a simple figure after all.

suddenly, the priests arrived, stepping onto the stage at the back and began calling names.

Lavinia watched as the women were divided and guided down one hallway or another.

Soon, her name was called.

she was led down the right hallway, following the head maid, who walked briskly.

"Here," she handed her a dark feathered blindfold.

"Put this on and never, ever dare to look at His Majesty's face." Lavinia nodded, Her heart, for some reason, started to pound nervously.

Was she really about to meet that man so soon? She needed to make sure she wasnt thrown out on the first day.

So she walked in ready to follow the rules, fake her way through, and do whatever it took to get that pervert to pick her among the other candidates.

When she entered the dimly lit room, she saw a massive black curtain and knew he was behind it.

She looked down at the polished stone floor, waiting, but no one spoke.