The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 315. A PAINFUL TRUTH ABIGAIL The episodes with my fire wolf kept getting worse. It was like you were burning up from the inside, horribly, and there were very few things that could help. One of them was my sister's winter magic, but Hannah wasn't here, so, to survive, | clung to the only thing that could save me. The lycan prince Fenrir... which led to this embarrassing situation I'm in now. Lying on my side on the ground, wearing his shirt, I'm staring at the cave wall. | wish | could play dumb, but | remember almost everything!

By the Goddess, | practically assaulted the man, and the tingling pleasure in my body still lingers There's also an ache between my legs. Truth is, | don't remember some moments very well... though I know we didn't actually have sex. "Bryda... Bryda!" | call to my inner wolf, but | know very well how exhausted she's left every time she has to face that fire beast. ---- "Damn it," | mutter without meaning to. "Does it hurt again, Abigail? Are you awake already?" a rough voice comes from behind me, and his shadow falls over me. | can't keep pretending I'm passed out.

| fidget uncomfortably and turn over, grabbing the hem of the huge shirt to cover my thighs. "Yes, I'm better, thanks," | mumble, sitting up and staring at the floor. "Where are my clothes?" "Don't be scared, I'm drying them over a little campfire | put together..." \ lift my eyes and, farther ahead, see how he managed to set up a small camp inside this damp cave. My pupils narrow when | see his hand reaching in to touch my forehead. I jerk back, afraid of how my own body might react This male makes me feel weird ina thrilling way, and even more now, with him wearing only his pants.

"I'm sorry, | just wanted to see if you still had a fever." | instantly regret it when | see his kicked-puppy expression. ---- "No, no, it's okay... | just woke up a little startled, but I'm better now," | explain, itching to take his hand as it slowly lowers. We end up just staring; that intense blue devoured me, reminding me of his moans of pleasure, the way he touched me, his kisses... "Ahem... how long have | been resting?" | clear my throat to ease the awkwardness in the air. "A few hours. It's already getting dark," he answers, and I'm shocked by how long | was "out" this time.

| watch him move back to a little bundle near the lagoon. "Here, | found some wild fruit for you. In this swamp there isn't much... unless you want meat from one of those weird animals. | can hunt..." "No, it's fine, this is enough." My heart felt sweeter than the tiny fruits, seeing them carefully wrapped in a piece of cloth. He sits nearby, poking the fire with a stick, "Looks like you're better from the spell." "it's fading, but I'm fighting to bite my tongue every second, like ---- right now when I'm dying to ask if your pussy hurts...

fuck!" | couldn't help laughing at how flustered he was, and just like that, the air loosened and we talked more. | dodged anything that touched on the intimate encounter we'd had, and he didn't push. With the flames dancing, we talked about all kinds of silly things, getting to know each other, and | realized the lycan prince was a lot more complex than he looked. Fenrir seemed carefree, a rebellious, adventurous male, but you could also see the loyalty to his family and that built-in protective strength.

| wondered why such an outstanding man didn't have a partner; maybe he hadn't found his mate, like me. Soon | had my answer... "..well, | haven't found a partner in the Winter Clan, and you can see how hard it is to contain my power," | confessed when he asked "Tell me where that Clan is so | don't even go near their lands." "Why?" | asked suddenly, curious; he was busy gathering the clothes that had dried on the rocks. ---- "'m running from the winter woman who fought in the battle to get Nyx back..." He answered absent-mindedly, still with his back to me, but he had my full attention.

There was only one possible woman in that description... Hannah. "Why are you running from her?" | pushed my luck, firing the question before he could think. "Because | think she might be my mate, and | don't even want to check. I'm not ready to tie myself down like that to a wom..." His words cut off all at once, like he realized he'd given in to the serum's impulses, but it was too late... I'd heard everything. Suddenly, a blaze lit in my chest, mixed with unbearable pain. He could be my twin's mate, Hannah's, and that was wrong on so many levels.

| grabbed the dress he'd set beside me and yanked it on over his shirt. "Abigail, shit, | said too much... don't get mad, baby, look" ---- "Don't call me baby!" | yelled when he tried to hold my arm as | stood up. lyanked my arm away, full of rage, and faced his troubled expression. "What | said..." "It was the truth. You told the truth because you still can't lie," | laughed without a shred of humor. "But it has nothing to do with you, | "Yes, it does have to do with me, more than you can imagine..." | cut him off. His brow creased visibly.

"That incredible woman might be anxiously waiting for a mate who runs from her like the plague. Do you know how despicable that makes you look?" | ground out, feeling the wet in my eyes. | said it with all the knowledge in the world. Hannah was more carefree than me, not actively looking for a man, but how would she feel if she knew she'd been rejected even before she had a chance? "I'm not even sure, Abigail, it was just something fleeting!" ---- "You weren't going to check anyway; you didn't even want to see my sister!" | threw at him, tears sliding down my cheek.

He stepped back like I'd hit him. "Your... your sister?"