The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 234, LOW-QUALITY TRICKS VICTORIA Life inside the walls and outside of them were definitely two different worlds. Standing at the window of the room I'd been given, | looked out toward the beautiful villas beneath the fortress. That's where the werewolves lived-this was Dracomir's pack and his home. As soon as he arrived, he had to deal with a thousand things. | understood his position, and | wasn't some accessory he needed to keep hanging off his arm all day.

Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a few carriages arriving in the front courtyard. They looked like elegant guests. They were led inside by the staff, and then more carts arrived | saw that hypocritical assassin walk out to check the merchandise. Boxes and boxes covered in satin. ---- She was considered royalty in my realm, so | could easily say those were finely tailored clothes. "Well, aren't you spoiled," | muttered with annoyance.

Knowing all of that was being bought with the money my man handled filled me with such arrogance. Suddenly, the door to my room opened and | heard the footsteps of the maid that had been assigned to me. "Miss Victoria, this arrived for you," she said, carrying a cockroach-colored box. "What is it?" | asked, walking over to the bed where she had placed it. "A maid gave it to me at Lady Agatha's request, she said it's for this afternoon's gathering," she replied, stepping aside respectfully.

Truth was, no one had treated me badly, despite me being a vampire. That old "kind" wolf who welcomed us gave me a strange look when Dracomir said | was his lover, but he didn't say anything more. As for his wife, that Agatha woman and housekeeper of the ---- fortress, | hadn't had the misfortune of meeting her yet. I'll admit it annoyed me a bit, but Draco and | had talked about my identity. It's not wise to reveal that I'm his mate... not yet. The hatred toward vampires was too much.

Showing his interest in me and not treating me just like a slave was already stirring whispers against the Lord. Beheading his soldiers in the camp was one thing, but could he alone handle a rebellion in his own realm? | doubt it, especially with traitors living at his side We still needed to be smart... and | needed to be even smarter. "Are you sure this is for me?" | asked, holding the garment in my hands.

"Yes, yes, she told me to pick that box out of many others, but | made sure it was the right one." She nodded eagerly. She was a young she-wolf, and her innocence showed all over her face. She didn't even look at me with the hatred of the older ones.