The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- The claws reached the surface of my pulsing chest and started ---- to tattoo, slowly and deliberately, the name of my woman. Only three letters, Just a few strokes, and still it felt like eternity, Golden sparks exploded with each bloody curve and rune, every incantation. It used my own magic to merge the spell. Like a ravenous vortex, it drained my winter essence. | felt how, with each letter, Nyx's life and mine were tied in unbreakable knots of fate.

A pact of death and love-if she didn't exist, | didn't either. And | was more than grateful for that. | couldn't live without her. | wouldn't survive... not again. "AAAGGRRR!!!" | screamed in silence. My anchor was the tiny woman beneath me. Golden runes glowed on her skin. She was whispering spells that faded from my mind, too numb from pain. My blood spilled over her and soaked the sheets. ---- Everything was so vivid, so cruel... and so fucking incredible.

| never resisted, even as the gaping hole in my chest spread uncontrollably. Freezing the edges wasn't enough. | needed my heart-my life force was slipping away. The little winter magic | had left kept circulating; Theo moved like mad, feeding me power. My whole body turned pale, frozen, stiff-I could barely breathe. When consciousness began to fade and | clung to life with my wolf's claws, | finally felt a warm hand on my chin.

| was pulled up to my knees, eyes white, icy smoke escaping my pores. My head was lifted so far back | thought my neck might snap. That ethereal face, formless and terrifyingly beautiful, stared down at me. Its mouth drew closer to mine, barely visible under the hood. Such unbelievable, unique magic. Its power slammed into me, surrounded me, pulled me in... ---- «You are mine, Aidan Walker. | find you worthy of my existence.

And when | return to the Goddess' embrace, | will cradle and protect this soul you've given me today» The words echoed in my mind. It was Nyx's voice, and something more... divine. That shadowy mouth pressed to mine, and the magic entered my body. | felt that hand again, diving into the hole in my chest and returning my magical heart. A heart that now felt heavier, bound by the same golden chains that were leaving my body. A soul etched with my mate's name.

| could see the glowing letters on the pulsing muscle: «NYX» | gasped hard, coming back to life, blinking through the haze, panting Where blood had once poured, now | was drenched in sweat. The unbearable exhaustion was replaced by an endless surge of power. Theo howled, wild with joy, devouring that rush of energy ---- surging from our soul.