The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- The voice resonated from him. He stepped forward over Frederick, who fell twitching on the floor of his room. Lavinia frowned. He was clearly a specter, yet he managed to control a physical form, like when he was alive. Just like Electra... But wasn't this man an elemental in the past? Where did he get so much power? Then she remembered Silas. He had also been an elemental, and his hatred piled up so much that he became an incredible being.

Had Electra's mate also turned his resentments into magic? "César... | don't..." "Whatever you remember, forget it, Electra. |.. don't remember. Only you," he said, approaching slowly, and Lavinia's whole body shuddered She was uncomfortable, like a chaperone stuck in the middle of lovers' talk. "| wandered in nothingness, turned into a specter, thinking only ---- about my hatred; | didn't want to leave the chaos in the inner world the master dragged almost every specter he found into.

But a presence drew me after millennia... a familiar aura." He confessed, standing less than a meter away. His blue eyes shone ethereal, beautiful like his delicate masculine features. "I didn't know what it was, but for the first time | ventured outside, to a portal, to a war | didn't even understand, spurred by the master's incitement, and I'm glad | did. Now | know what made me so curious.

Your presence nearby..." He stretched out his fingers and went to caress Lavinia's face, which shifted into Electra; however, a cold hand stopped him in midair. "Keep your hands off my woman," Laziel's voice resonated. "Settle your resentments as specters and don't get confused. Lavinia is mine, and Electra is yours." The sharp, hoarse tone resounded behind Lavinia, and the heat of her man's chest covered her back.

"I'm not interested in her, only Electra..." the specter drew out his hand, turning it immaterial again. Suddenly, this whole situation seemed crazier than usual to ---- Lavinia, and that was already a miracle. "Electra, leave Lavinia and go talk in her inner world. Fix your past and make a decision." Lavinia frowned when she heard Laziel's unquestioned order. A decision about what? Electra slipped out like a ghostly shadow and timidly took César's outstretched hand.

Their dark energies vibrated in tune, crackling. In life or in death, they were compatible soulmates. A rift tore in the nothingness, in the middle of the room, and the two of them stepped in, looking into each other's eyes and linked. Lavinia was amazed to see this almost tender side of the fierce Electra, who always seemed like a wailing, depressed soul.

She started connecting dots, looking at the quiet room of that wolf who had now fainted on the floor, in his own puddle of pus, blood, and vomit. Outside, the war horns sounded and the vampires' useless resistance. "Lavi..." Laziel's hand moved to caress her neck, but she turned ---- in anger, skewering him with her eyes. "Is this the little game you had prepared for me?" she said coldly, putting distance between them and watching him tense up. "Were you testing me, Laziel? Did you put my life at risk just for fun?"