The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 289. WILL YOU BE THAT SELFISH? NARRATOR Not even when she was separated from her family and fell into a wild, hostile continent had Lyra felt so desperate. Something in her chest was tearing slowly, the fear of losing her mate. The moment she spotted the back of that strange man, she shouted at him, convinced he was the one to blame. She watched him turn slowly, and her wolf writhed with discomfort, with a desperate urge to lower her head before him.

His eyes held a savagery she had never seen in anyone... of this world "So you're the supposed mate of Khalum." The booming voice vibrated in her mind, even without him opening his mouth. He took a few steps toward her and cleared the haze, but suddenly a strike of shadows spread from Lyra's back. The intruder seized Silas's power into his clenched fist, matching its dizzying speed, then moved his hand to dissolve the spectral claws. ---- A scream of pain rang out from somewhere.

"Tsk, tsk, such disrespect," he clicked his tongue in annoyance, yet utterly relaxed Silas was submerged in the darkness of the portal, like a dark angel behind Lyra, ready to attack... even to take her away. He was uneasy; his attack hadn't been weak at all, and this " man" had brushed it aside like swatting a fly buzzing in his face. He was powerful, too powerful... far more than he was. "Keep your hate puppets to yourself, Specter King.

| don't have time for your tantrums, and I'm not Selene, who only patted you on the back," he added, and the shadows churned angrily in the vortex of power. Lykahel didn't flinch; his time was running out, his attention fixed 'on the small female holding on to Khalum. He had to make a decision here and now. "Dad, don't intervene." Lyra clenched her fists, determined to step forward too. "Ly..." Silas's rasping voice was hoarse, warning her. "Trust me, Father...

trust me, please." She turned to meet the ---- intense golden eyes, ringed by macabre swirls. It was the only thing visible in all that blackness. Silas hesitated but ended up nodding, even as the shadows coiled around his daughter's ankles, ready to pull her away from danger. Lykahel watched with curiosity as she walked up to him in the middle of the desolate clearing. She did it with courage, even though almost no one could get that close under the pressure he exerted, even in this "mortal" form.