The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 279. 'M KEEPING THE SEXY VAMPIRE NARRATOR At last, everyone went their own way, splitting up outside the fortress and even making bets on who would finish first. An hour later, the other werewolf camp was waking up. The man in charge got word that Lord Dracomir himself wanted to give him his answer. He stepped out of his tent calmly, unhurried; he felt he had the upper hand and didn't mind making proud Dracomir wait. Imagine spuring the future heiress for that mangy vampire.

He walked to his horse and set off with a small escort. "Pack up the camp, we're leaving as soon as I'm back!" he ordered one of his men as they galloped through the forest toward the plain. He was surprised to see Dracomiir in the distance with only one man at his side. As he drew closer and the gusts hit him, the wolf general's brows knit tighter.

He pulled up several meters away with his four-man escort ---- "How dare you come meet me with a filthy vampire?!" he roared in fury; this felt like a mockery of his fief. "You've betrayed your race, and your answer is more than clear to me!" "No, it's not clear to you," Dracomir replied in a deep voice, making his horse rear, and the man tensed. He remembered this was the only man capable of turning into that savage beast. But so what? They had the numbers...

"are you here to hand over the vampires in your fief?" he asked, confused. But the murderous intent of that black-haired vampire put him on alert. The horses whinnied nervously. "'m here to take your army, your fief, and your fortress, to share it with MY WOMAN, Victoria Vlad, my vampire mate, whom | will not trade for your prissy Lady!" "How dare...2!" Ggpp. He didn't even have time to roar before his neck was slashed deep and his head slipped off, separating from his body.

---- Even Dracomir had to rein in his astonishment; his father-in-law had barely flicked his claws through the air. "Less talk and more action," Zarek's voice whispered like a venomous snake. "You'll pay dearly for this, Dracomir, let's go, let's go!" the other warriors grabbed the reins and began dragging their fallen general. One of their best men, dead just like that, for nothing!

However, as they galloped, their ears caught the rumble of the ground, so loud they looked back and almost shit their pants. A full army had burst out of the trees, roaring like savages, and giant wolves were moving among them. "Straight to the fortress, run, run!" No matter how they warned the camp and tried to flee for their walls, Dracomir's unstoppable army wiped them out and moved quickly toward the other wolves' lands. His answer would be blunt and leave no room for misinterpretation. «l'm not going to leave my vampire, and now you'll have to kneel before her, as your queen»