The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 310. A REDHEAD STALKER ABIGAIL Of all the brilliant ideas I've ever had, this one went way past terrible. | was heading home pretty pissed at Hannah, my twin sister, though honestly we barely looked alike Like... why did she always have to act like Dad's skirted version? Oh wait, not even in a skirt. There's no way that huge ass of hers would fit inside a dress. She loved going full tomboy in pants, picking fights with anything that crossed her path and playing the heroine When she told me she was going into that swampy marsh to look for the rebels, | threw a tantrum right there.

My boots were already sick to death of mud, | wasn't stepping into that stinking fog even if they paid me However, | didn't get far before things got rough for me. | don't know why, but suddenly the fine mesh of Hannah's ice magic started failing. That little artifact | always wore on my body, against my skin like ---- a fragile shield, was the only thing that could help me keep the vicious temper of my fire she-wolf in check. I'm a Centuria Beta, just like my mother. | carry two she-wolf spirits inside me.

The one every werewolf has, and another packed with dangerous, volatile magic | haven't managed to control. It fights to overtake me every second and burn me out from the inside. Centurias need an extremely strong mate; the ideal ones are men of the Winter Clan. Their ice magic reins in the flames of our animal side. But time had gone by and none of them attracted me enough to take the final step. So yeah... by. 'm a little virgin, and the years aren't exactly crawling Now I'm wandering through this swamp, looking for my twin to give me a hand, but my animal instinct is failing me a bit.

My she-wolf Bryda dove into my dangerous inner world to try to restrain my other half and calm her down. "| split from Hannah here; she must be nearby," | murmured ---- when | reached the familiar spot. Huffing, | hiked up my dress, which was already a mess, and wandered a little more around the area. With such good... or bad... luck, | stumbled on a small camp of those rebel sorcerers. | knew there were more of them and that deep down, if they did something dangerous, they'd put my swamp pack at risk. An even crazier plan came to me.

Sure that Hannah would follow my trail and come rescue me.. because she always did... | let myself get captured and faked weakness. | faked it with so much love for theatrics that | actually started feeling sick. Waves of suffocation were choking me. Bryda could barely hold the flames back. With my unstable magic and my inner she-wolf absent, | was a supernova about to explode, and my bad mood was swelling like a tide. Then that male appeared out of nowhere and started acting on his own.

---- | rolled my eyes everywhere and even tried to talk to him, but he was dead set on playing hero and didn't even take the chance to wring any useful info out of them. | didn't either. | was so angry | acted on impulse too. It was all for nothing My pupils flashed as | took in that masculine face, and | had to admit he was damn sexy. Reddish hair, intense blue eyes, massive size, toned muscles, and that aggressive, dangerous aura Definitely one of those outlander lycans and, from what I've heard, he must be one of the royals' sons...

| think there are two males, | don't know much about their family. If there are two... this one can't be the brightest. Taking that stance without thinking about the consequences. "Are you an idiot?" The words spilled from my lips, my bad temper poking its head out. | don't give a damn about his pedigree; I'm the daughter of Alpha Hakon of the Swamp, and no prissy prince is going to intimidate me.