The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- There it stood, rising over the black bricks: The Pyre of the Condemned. Abonfire that hadn't been used in years... now occupied by a woman surrounded by an enraged crowd. My heart stopped when I saw her, hands tied behind the thick post, completely defenseless. She lifted her head, and her red-tinted eyes met mine across the distance-sad, screaming at me in silence. 'The wind whipped her brown hair violently. The storm was rumbling above us, thunder already roaring in the distance...

but the worst was inside me. Memories of her were fighting to break through my mind, but I gripped my neck, hissing, losing control. "Don't resist, or you'll mash your brain. This is necessary. It's right. You will ally with the werewolf fief. I shouldn't have left it up to you." My father's voice echoed beside me, implacable... «No, no, he's not your father!» ---- A voice roared through the fog. When Aghata's hateful shouts rang out, I looked back at the sacrificial altar.

My pupils filled with panic as I saw the torch in her hands, raised above the wooden stage. She screamed that all vampires were the same, that that bitch had bewitched me, and that it was time to end the threat... Something inside me kept tormenting me, pushing, ripping through muscles and bones, tearing at every fiber of my soul. She never once looked away from me. And yes... she had bewitched me... of course I loved her love, her scent, her presence, her words of comfort...

«Victoria, Victoria, Victoria...» 'That name echoed louder than all the lies eating away at me. When Aghata's hand lowered toward the dry hay, amid that frenzy of hatred, something shattered inside me. Avoice stronger than the chains that bound me. "DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY MATE!" ---- The beast's roar came with my transformation. I threw myself over the edge without hesitation, leaping several meters toward the square.

Inthe air, thick fur burst from my pores and my body twisted, reshaping itself mid-flight. Ididn't shift into a lycan... but into something buried deep in my instincts. Amassive, untamed Alpha wolf, with fangs and claws fully out. The magical shackle snapped from my neck. Red sparks from shattered runes floated in the air. Before the fire could reach my beloved, my wolf lunged onto the platform and ripped Aghata's torch arm clean off.

She screamed in terror, and I felt her hot blood splatter across my snout and fangs. Today, blood would run because I could remember everything! They took my will from me, manipulated my gratitude, preyed on the feelings of an orphan boy. ---- Frederick unlocked the vampires' collar just to put his own on me; to use my lycan power for his own convenience and be the true Lord in the shadows.