The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 245. IN SEARCH OF MAGIC NARRATOR "Did she pay someone to heal you with their blood?" Aghata asked, raising an eyebrow full of suspicion. They had just heard the maid's story. "Yes, ma'am, but | don't know who it was. | think it was one of the guards... | was unconscious," she answered with her head down, looking submissive. "What did he ask you about me? If you said anything..!" "| didn't say anything, Miss Celia!

| didn't even accept her offer!" she dropped to her knees on the floor, shaking, just like always. "Calm down, girl, calm down," Aghata grabbed her hand before she could hit the maid "Come here," she pulled her into a corner. "Didn't you tell me she was dying? It's impossible to recover that fast, even if it was the blood of a strong warrior." "Well... now | don't know, she looked really bad to me," Celia avoided her gaze.

Whether her maids lived or died wasn't something she ---- particularly cared about Aghata sighed and thought about the girl's words. "| think we have a great opportunity here. That vampire tried to play you, tried to plant a spy, but we'll use her own strategy against her." She told Celia, who quickly caught on to her mother's wicked plan. "Get up!" she snapped at the servant arrogantly.

"You're going to accept becoming the Lord's lover's maid, pretend to obey her, and spy on Celia." The more Aghata spoke, the more convinced she was they had found a golden opportunity. "You'll tell her exactly what suits us, word for word. And you better not betray us, because I'm not as merciful as my daughter. Got it?" "Yes, ma'am," the maid lowered her head. But deep in her eyes, a white mist flickered, vanishing quickly into the black of her pupils.

sob VICTORIA ---- That night, | walked out of the bathroom wrapped in my silk robe. Draco had ordered boxes and boxes of clothes for me. Too bad with everything going on, | missed my sweet Celita's reaction when she saw the lingerie soaked in her Lord's cum. | smoothed my hair in front of the mirror, sprayed a bit of perfume, and dabbed balm on my lips. Barefoot, | walked silently over the carpet into the sitting area.

My man had basically moved into my room, leaving his own abandoned next door. | leaned against the doorway, arms crossed under my breasts, watching him on the sofa. His shirt was open, showing off that sexy chest. Those riding pants clung to his strong thighs and outlined that thick shape between his legs. He was looking for some papers on the coffee table, checking them with a deep frown, His light brown hair was messy from running his fingers through it. | could tell he was full of worries.