The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- "Wait, damn it! | left the dress in that basket! Help me, Rousse!" "No time!" The general stepped in front of her just as the door opened. His broad back shielded Victoria, who stood there in her undergarments. "Oh! I'm sorry, | didn't know... you were busy..." The assistant blushed. It wasn't the first time two clients got intimate in the fitting rooms. That's what it looked like.

"It's fine, | was just choosing a few garments for my vampire slave..." Rousse immediately slipped into character, speaking with authority. "M-Master, the clothes are in that basket," Victoria even lowered her head and spoke submissively. Her throat felt dry every time she had to submit like that, but it was Rousse, so it was okay. ---- Things got tense when she moved around him to reach the basket near the door.

Her eyes rose and locked on a regal woman and a man standing behind the apprentice. Victoria went pale. What the hell was that man doing here?! "Let's just go to another shop," said the blonde woman with a snobby tone, looking at her with disgust But the man didn't move a muscle. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Now he understood why he had felt such a strange pull to enter this place, even though he hated going shopping with women.

He froze in place as his hazel eyes pierced through the female in the fitting room. He took in the curves of her breasts barely contained by the loose camisole. The lacy shorts clung to her thighs, exposing those pale legs. Those spellbinding red eyes stared right back at him, shifting from surprise to pure ice. What kind of fcking coincidence was this?* ---- He had let her go, fighting against his wild desire to claim her! The worst part was the man standing between them, blocking his view.

The Lord of the Wolves narrowed his furious eyes, drilling into the male who dared claim ownership of his vampire. "Who the hell gave you the right to claim a vampire from my realm?"