The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 227. A COLD-BLOODED CRIME NARRATOR Celia threw the heavy jewelry box off the table in a fit of rage. Her tent was a complete mess. He had defied the entire camp for a vampire. Didn't even care to hide the fact that he was obsessed with that whore. Everyone knew she was in love with him! "You reject me for a disgusting bloodsucker?! Ugh, damn it!" She hurled a flower vase at random, but with such bad luck it almost hit the poor woman trembling in a corner.

"YOU!" Celia suddenly remembered her. "You told me those poisonous herbs would ruin her skin, you idiot!" She lunged at the witch like a rabid dog and began slapping her. No matter how much the girl begged her in tears, trying to explain it wasn't her fault... ---- The bribed warrior was already dead, and Celia had no one left to blame.

It wasn't the first time she hit the girl-barely sixteen And the worst part was that afterward, she had to heal herself with magic so no one would find out, especially not the Lord. But this time, Celia's fury was completely out of control. All she could see were flashes of Dracomir with Victoria. That fierce desire she had never seen in his eyes when looking at any other female. And Dracomir had more than enough women throwing themselves at him just to warm his bed.

"'m going to beat you to death, bitch! Stay away from my man, he's mine, damn you, he's mine!" Her red eyes were confusing the real Victoria with the poor girl barely holding on, lying on the floor. There was something twistedly pleasurable about sinking her claws into her and punching her everywhere. She let out all her frustration until she realized the fake "Victoria" wasn't fighting back. ---- Not even crying or begging... just stiff.

Sanity hit Celia hard, and she stepped back, fear growing in her eyes. Blood stained her claws. All that was left was a crumpled body lying on the dark carpet. "No... no, | killed her... this can't be... Dad's going to be furious..." she trembled, finally fearing the consequences Her father used these girls to control the elder witches and bend them to his will. And if Dracomir found out, he'd punish and disown her.

He didn't tolerate unjustified violence, especially not against a woman, even if she was a vampire. "I have to get rid of the body. No one can find out..." She looked nervously toward the entrance The warriors were all gathered near the central bonfires, but a patrol guard could have heard her. That's when she realized how stupid she'd been. Heart pounding, throat tight, she pulled her dark hood over her ---- head and began dragging the "evidence" to the back of her tent.