The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Apparently, the Alpha of the swamp pack was transforming too. Everyone turned to see Hakon vomiting blood on the ground, half-shifted, his body struggling to absorb all the magic in the air. "Everyone back!" Aldric roared, seeing the savagery taking over King Alpha Cedrick's eyes. If his wolf lost control, he could attack anyone-even his mate-without recognizing her. "Tell me how we can help them!

WE'RE STRONG TOO!" Raven cried in desperation, grabbing him by the collar, her hands shaking with anxiety. The ground trembled again beneath them. Aldric had to trust that Valeria would take care of whatever was happening down below. "Surround them with fire, don't let them escape!" he told Raven, leaping forward-and crashing headfirst into Vincent's attack. "Vincent, don't fight him! He's an ally!" Princess Amber's ---- voice cracked, her throat tight.

"They won't recognize anyone!" Aldric roared, shifting instantly into his beast form, releasing the full force of his Lycan King aura. "Beof, Magnus, Fenrir-stop wasting time and help me contain them! We need to make them burn off the excess energy!" He growled at the massive lycans who charged forward at full speed. Aldric could feel it-the power unleashed all at once was overwhelming-they had to force the others to forge themselves through battle.

"Centurias, with me!" the Centuria Queen cried, summoning a massive Alpha wolf made of blazing fire that burst into embers of burning light. All the red-haired women channeled their magic, boosting the Centuria energy, painting the dark moon in crimson. Through the veil of smoke and flames, three giant beasts leaped into the chaos to face the rampaging wolves charging at Aldric. ---- The battle had begun. One where there would be no casualties-only victors.

soe The Winter men used their magic to build bridges connecting them to the other land. King Alpha Cedrick's army retreated quickly so as not to interfere in the titans' battle. Holy Goddess... it felt like the night would never end. Aron, the Winter men's Druid, led his people out of danger, but then he sensed a disturbance above. His pupils narrowed toward the sky, where the mist was thinning, and that monstrous face had vanished from their continent.

However, the rift between worlds remained open, like a black, bottomless eye that judged from the heavens. Just like the eyes of the man now descending, arms wrapped around the waist of his Selenia. ---- Aron only saw a golden flash mixed with black, falling like a shooting star, vanishing into the bottom of the ravine- where an explosion of golden light eclipsed the darkness.