The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Silas narrowed his eyes at me over Sigrid's shoulder. "| don't like you touching other males," he said, not even trying to hide it. "Well, I'll keep that in mind," she answered casually, clearly not giving a damn about his jealousy. "Let's go eat," she said, grabbing his hand to drag him away. "You go ahead. | need to talk to... Aidan." "Silas..." "I'm not gonna hurt him," he said, trying to calm her. | stayed alert as she walked away, flashing me a final smile.

| wasn't afraid of Silas despite his power, but he was Nyx's father, and | didn't want to upset my girl. "She marked you," he stated bluntly. "Did you ask her to?" ---- "And what if | did?" | shot back, a bit defensive. "That's a private matter between us. You can rest easy now, Specter King-I'll take care of Nyx." "I'll never stop watching over my children. Nyx gave you a great gift. | just hope you know how to treasure it." "L will," | replied without hesitation.

"And that life-or-death bond only kicks in if she dies. If you die... she keeps living." So basically, he can kill me and walk away no problem. No one told me directly, but | suspected it after hearing her great -grandma offed her first mate during their ceremony. "| don't care if | die with my female. | already lost one mate, Silas. You have no idea what that kind of pain feels like. If | lose Nyx too..." | paused, closing my eyes. Just thinking about it hurt like hell.

There weren't words for that pain. "So yeah, I'm fine with it," | said, looking out the window at my realm stretching far and wide. ---- "In fact... it's a relief this way..." The words slipped out in a whisper, straight from the bottom of my soul When | turned to face him again, ready to say more... | found his back. He was already walking away down the hall. Rude son of a bitch. + How the hell did someone like him raise someone as sweet as Nyx?

| huffed, waiting for him to leave so | could head to the dining room. But he stopped right at the doorway. "She likes her toast soft, with butter and blueberry jam. Her chamomile tea has to be cold... she only drinks it hot when she's sad." 2 | blinked, stunned he'd just shared those intimate little details about my mate. He hadn't even turned around, and his voice, though neutral as always, carried a weight of melancholy and longing. ---- What would it be like to have a father like Silas...

if you were a sweet little pup like my girl? He left the same way he always showed up-like a shadow, a spirit cloaked in mystery. Took me a few minutes to snap out of it. Why was he helping me? Was it pity for what I said? Or had he somehow felt my storm of thoughts? Does the Specter King... have feelings too?