The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 255. YOU CHOOSE ME OR THEM? VICTORIA "CELIA!" her father's roar echoed, followed by her mother's. I was sure they had been lured down this hallway on purpose. Didn't they want to see me attack her? Well, wish granted. By the time they reached the landing, Ihad already made sure Celia's dying body hit the floor of the hall. Before she bled out completely, a fast-moving shadow slipped into her, holding on to the last thread of her life. "YOU DAMN VAMPIRE!

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?!" Mrs. Aghata lunged at me like a madwoman, and my hand trembled, dropping the bloodied dagger, the evidence of my crime. I stumbled back several steps, eyes wide open, shocked that they had "caught me red-handed." "No! I didn't mean to! She made me do it! She attacked me! Dracomir, save me!" ---- Iscreamed to the Lord, who was frozen at the landing. His eyes were torn with contradiction. He tried to look at me, but couldn't tear his gaze away from Mr.

Fenir, who was rushing down the stairs to save his daughter. 'Mrs, Aghata's claws were already on my arm, and I had to hold out a little longer, still playing the helpless victim. 'WE ALL SAW YOU STAB CELIA! MURDERER! YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER, MURDERER!" "LET HER GO!" Dracomir finally stepped in, pulling her off me, but then grabbed me by the hair like a market hag and shook me. Iclenched my jaw, mentally writing down everything I'd be collecting payback for later. "HOW CAN YOU DEFEND HER?!

YOU SWORE TO PROTECT US! WE RAISED YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE WANTED YOU!" She screamed at him, guilt-tripping him, shouting to attract all the attention she originally craved. The men from the party, a mix of Draco's warriors and those ---- from the other fief, looked at me with growing hostility. 'The only thing keeping them from tearing me apart was Dracomir's body standing between us. "THERE HAS TO BE AN EXPLANATION.

MY MATE WOULDN'T DO THIS WITHOUT A DAMN GOOD REASON!" he shouted at them, but his voice shook. That broad back in front of me didn't feel as safe as it used to. "SHE DESERVES DEATH, RIGHT NOW! THIS WOMAN IS DRAGGING YOU INTO RUIN, AND SHE'S TAKING US ALL. DOWN WITH YOU!" voices rose in support. Draco tried to keep defending me, but he was stopped by words... no, by a direct command. "Lord, come immediately and give your blood to my descendant. Nothing is more important than saving Celia." Mr.

Fenir's cold voice echoed from below. He was holding his daughter's pale body and had managed to stop the bleeding. Now he was demanding lycan strength from his puppet. And I understood that's why they had kept him around all this time.