The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 237. SEX AND REVENGE VICTORIA That man welcomed everyone like he owned the place, and out of nowhere, proposed a toast to the Lord. The spotlights shifted back to us. Dracomir was clearly tense, stepping right in front of me to completely shield me from view. Applause and even loud cheers rang out in his name. Some idiot even congratulated him for slaughtering the rebel vampires on the borders.

The crowd's excitement grew, but the rigid tension in his back told me he was uncomfortable, probably thinking I'd be upset. | reached out and gently stroked his side where no one could see. Felt the shiver run beneath my fingers. "It's okay, baby... I'm not mad about that," | whispered through the temporary bond we had formed. His love and mental caresses reached me seconds later. ---- That was all | needed to not regret accepting him.

erred Between Dracomir rejecting dance invitations and nearly snapping at every man who walked near me, we arrived at the next event of the night. Apparently, there was going to be a play or something. People started picking up masks and programs, heading toward a large door Inside was a massive theater, bigger than anything even our palace had.

This fortress was way more luxurious than I'd imagined, "My Lord, as always, I hope to share the box with you," the clingy Celia finally slithered over. She'd been stalking him all night. | knew she tried to sic some of her little friends on me, but their childish insults didn't even tickle. "Celia, not this year." "Victoria! So glad | found you.

Come, | reserved a prime box just for you, | don't think you've ever seen a show like this." ---- Saint Agatha appeared right on cue to lead me away and open a spot for her daughter. "Wait, Agatha..." Draco grabbed my arm. "Victoria will be with me tonight." "But | always." Celia's face was on the verge of tears "It's not necessary, my Lord. I'l go to the box that Mrs. Agatha so kindly reserved for me.

You should accompany Miss Celia." "Victoria, you're coming with me..." Dracomir ordered through clenched teeth "Let's go, Mrs. Agatha, or they'll give our spot away." | was the one who dragged the viper off, walking away from Draco. His annoyed growls echoed in my head, but | still slipped through the crowd, leaving him with his beloved Celia. | wasn't giving him away... | just knew he'd come after me. Wouldn't it be better to give that sadist hope just to crush it later?

| knew she and her mother were plotting something, | just had to wait for the right moment. "Thanks for the... box," | told the silver-haired woman.