The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Dracomir was a weapon, a very dangerous one. His entire body tensed like a steel wire. Isaw him look straight into that wolf's deep eyes, something evil flickering inside them. A low growl rumbled in Draco's chest, but I could hear it... and see it... He was extremely sensitive to dark magic, I carried it in my veins myself. The tattoo around his neck glowed faintly in scarlet red, like a branding iron burning into his will.

Trealized those markings weren't just for show, they had hidden runes inside. "COME. NOW." Fenir ordered, mercilessly pulling him like a puppet. "Dracomir, no. Don't leave me alone," I held him from behind, wrapping my arms around his waist, pleading. "They're going to hurt me. You have to protect me." "You shouldn't have done something so horrible to Celia," he ---- said suddenly, pulling my hands away from his body and turning to face me. Those red, lifeless eyes...

they weren't the eyes of the male who loved me unconditionally. "Why did you have to do something so stupid?" he growled, his breath growing heavier with each second. His words came out hissing between clenched teeth. "She attacked me first, Dracomir! I took that dagger from her -she was going to kill me!" "LIAR! DRACOMIR, END THIS NOW!" Agatha pushed him further, and the runes under his tunic flashed, sinking into his skin. My man's face twisted in agony, his eyes looked at me...

but didn't recognize me. "Bight, my love. Fight! Only you can break those chains," Troared into his mind, but I couldn't pierce the fog clouding him. "You two, take her back to her room. We'll decide what to do ---- later..." He ordered two of his warriors, barely defending me, then turned his back to rush downstairs to help Celia. He left me at the mercy of that bitch and those vultures who already looked at me like I was a walking corpse.

"Restrain her and gag her," she gestured to the warriors, who pounced on me to tie me up. "Take her to the square, to the pyre. We'll show our allies what happens to traitors," she told the men from the other fief. Gagged, I was dragged away while Dracomir, down below, had no idea I was being taken to certain death. Icould fight back, of course I could, but I was pushing the situation to the extreme, forcing a choice.

Would the control of the Fenir clan be stronger, or the fated bond that tied us? If my parents taught me anything, it's that no curse lasts forever... and no spell can't be broken by true love between soulmates.