The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 108. SECRET CONSPIRACY NARRATOR "what happened, Dalila?" a man woke up beside her, his hair silvered with age, his eyes a vibrant blue. "aron, she's here," she said, gazing into her mate's worried eyes. "Someone made a magical soul resonance with Theo. Aidan has another chance." Aron, the Druid of the Winter Men, looked genuinely astonished. Aidan wasn't just the prince of this continent, he was also his successor. In fact, the student had surpassed the master.

Not all Winter Men could manifest their magic outside their bodies. Theo was one of a kind, the living proof of Aidan's inner strength. "| must inform the queen," Dalila said quickly, getting out of bed to get dressed. "How did you know? Did the Goddess reveal it to you in a dream?" he asked his mate, the Priestess of the Centurias. Fate had a funny way of working. These two elders from rival clans ended up being mates after centuries of feuds. ---- "No, it wasn't the Goddess...

it was Isabella. She's awake, but she doesn't want many people to know yet. I need to contact her sister Lisa quietly," she added with a heavy sigh. They looked at each other in silence for a moment. No words were needed. They both knew exactly why the sorceress princess had called for Dalila. "We have to help that female. Her name is Nyx, she's a stranger. You know Aidan's going to reject her no matter what," Dalila added, stepping into the bathroom.

"Can you blame him?" Aron muttered under his breath. "If I lost you, I wouldn't want a replacement either." "Theo may have found his magical soul mate. But what about Vlad? Will that Alpha let go of the faded bond with his mate? He's the one who recognized Isabella as his companion." Aron thought about how Aidan must be feeling inside. Sometimes being that powerful came with a price. 'The prince himself seemed torn between three different personalities, and they didn't always agree.

see The Priestess's steps echoed alongside the clack, clack, clack of her magical staff. ---- She always walked with it. Fools thought she needed it because she was a millennia-old crone ... but those who really knew her understood she just used it to beat the stupidity out of thick skulls. And speaking of thick skulls, Dalila knocked on the kings' door. Very few dared to disturb the royal chambers at this hour. 'The reason was well known throughout the realm.

King Cedrick, a Winter Man, was always melting over his Centuria. "open this damn door already or I'm walking in and catching you mid-nastiness!" she barked, banging her staff harder against the wood. She didn't need keen hearing to know they hadn't heard her over the loud, lusty moans coming from inside the room. Seconds later, hurried footsteps approached the door. "My daughter's back!" Dalila took step back just as a massive man nearly six and a half feet tall flung the door open.

His long silver hair cascaded over his muscular back, tribal tattoos glowing in icy blue across his chest and strong shoulders. Loose pajamas clung to his hips, scratch marks and kiss trails glowing across his pale skin.