The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- "It won't hurt me." Lyra took his hands in hers, squeezing them. A smile stretched across her lips and dimmed the tears that had troubled Silas. "Dad, it's a gift from the Beast God for Khalum... he decided to ---- stay with me. | need to see him, please. Silas hesitated once more, but he saw himself reflected in his daughter's desperate expression. That was why he had allowed all this reckless madness.

Only he knew the pain of losing the person you love most, that bone-deep fear when you feel them being torn from your life. If only the Goddess had given him the chance to stay by Sigrid's side, no matter how. "Go... but come back or..." "Ill come back." Lyra rose on tiptoe and kissed his cheek with love. Her protector, her father in spirit. Only they had seen the smile on that cold mouth, the tenderness in his eyes.

They had felt the caresses on their little hands and feet, the kisses on their chubby cheeks... They loved their father so much, even Laziel, who always pretended indifference. Silas watched her go, sinking into the mist as the brightly green ---- forest swallowed her. He felt no malice or darkness within it, only life and intense feelings of possessiveness. He withdrew slowly and walked down the mountain.

Something told him Lyra wouldn't be coming back for now, and it was better not to think about what she'd be doing with that perverted wolf, because demigod or whatever he was, Silas was going to kick his balls when he saw him again. creed "Aztoria, where are we going?" Lyra couldn't see clearly, but her steps began to quicken and she was practically running blind until she stopped, lost. White mist surrounded her and seemed to tangle around her body with urgent caresses.

"| don't know, | just... felt them here... Lyra!" Strong arms appeared out of nowhere, and Lyra was suddenly pulled against a solid chest. The intoxicating scent of her mate made her moan with relief and loop her hands around his waist. The magical soul in her chest beat so hard she thought it would ---- break out of the prison of her skin and take flight. "Ly... you found me," the vibrant voice resonated above her head while rough caresses roamed her with longing.