The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- The stench of mold rose from the filthy carpet. Parts of the walls were damaged, and wilted paintings hung from the stone walls. "These were the former rulers of this realm," he pointed to a massive portrait. Through claw marks slashing the canvas, | could barely make out the figures. A handsome, older man with cruelty carved into his red eyes. A sophisticated blonde woman holding three little girls standing in front of them.

The paint had cracked, and someone had destroyed it, giving it a haunting look. "Those were the Lord's daughters. As future heirs, they had the right to everything... even to choose their 'blood slaves." He clicked his tongue, and | already knew I wouldn't like where this was going "What's a blood slave?" | asked without thinking. "Hmm, strange that you don't know that, being a vampire," he gave me a deep stare.

"Actually, you seem pretty lost about ---- everything in this realm." had to be careful with every word. "'m not good with history, and my memory sucks..." | shrugged like it didn't matter. "It's a male used for feeding. The triplets had this twisted habit of sharing one blood slave between the three of them. You know who their favorite was?" | swallowed hard and said nothing, but a cold, wicked smile spread across his lips. Deep down, | already knew the answer.

My eyes went back to those three girls, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, and now their smiling faces looked like monsters to me. "We were born as slaves, treated like animals from our mother's womb," he went on, not really answering my question. "We built every one of these stones under the lash," he said, touching the cold wall. "Dracomir was born with a shackle around his neck. His father was the strongest wolf | ever met, and his mother...

she was beautiful, even though she lived in a pit of filth." ---- He spoke like he was lost in his memories. "Destined mates, it seemed like the perfect bond. Their love survived everything... until General Hagen came from the border. He was the Lord vampire's brother." His steps stopped in front of a shattered painting on the floor. "Hagen was the sickest of them all. Bloodthirsty. The Lord used him to crush his enemies...

and, just our luck, he became obsessed with Dracomir's mother." | swallowed the lump in my throat-it was obvious this didn't end well. "Dracomir's father realized that if he didn't act fast, his woman would end up as just another whore for the vampires. They didn't care if you were mated." He gave me a cold look. "To vampires, the concept of mates... is disposable." And | couldn't argue with that.