The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 319. MISUNDERSTANDINGS NARRATOR Everyone was asking themselves the same thing. What kind of tangled mess was this? When Fenrir stepped forward, Magnus did the same and grabbed his female, pushing her dominantly against his chest. "She's mine, Fenrir. | marked her," he told him with a seriousness he'd never used with him before. "Magnus, what are you doing? Let me go..." Hannah struggled a little. "No." His aura started to turn dangerous. "You're newly marked; | don't like you being close to another male, even if he's my brother." He declared it, and his sharp eyes fixed on Fenrir.

They had always been one, but in this, Magnus wasn't willing to share. "Ym sorry, brother, but | can't hand over my mate." "What the hell are you talking about, Magnus?!" Hannah was getting impatient and Abigail's head was a mess. "Hold on, hold on, how is my sister your mate? Wasn't she ---- Fenrir's mate?" Abigail pointed over her shoulder. "What? Of course she's not my mate! My male is Magnus," Hannah clarified right away. The scene in the clearing looked like a tragicomedy and, suddenly, everyone stared at the culprit of the tangle... the lyean prince Fenrir, who had gone thoughtful.

Pretty rare for him. "But Fenrir said..." Abigail stammered, and Magnus was also looking at his twin with his heart in his throat. Despite the incredible night he'd had, the happiness of finding his other half had always been stained by fear and a sense of disloyalty toward Fenrir. "That day we were very far out. The battlefield was chaos," he began to explain, raking his hair back, full of confusion.

"The breeze carried a cold, magical scent, mixed with another that tickled my nose and | really liked it; that's why | thought my mate was the winter woman, but..." Fenrir took a step forward and sniffed the air toward Hannah. Magnus gave a low growl but controlled his wolf's possessive impulses. "No... she's not my mate. She smells of that same winter magic, but it isn't mixed with the other essence..." He looked straight at ---- Abigail. "Roses." Fenrir scrunched up his face, full of frustration. How could he have been so wrong?

It's true he hadn't paid much attention, more immersed in the fight; it was barely a breath among so many scents, but it was too special. He shouldn't have ignored it. "Frozen roses, like a rosebush in winter, that's how it smelled," he murmured, "but now you don't smell exactly like that anymore. Can you do winter magic too?" Then Abigail and Hannah understood everything and almost felt like cracking open that dumb lycan's head.

"You got confused because of the spell | always put on Abigail's body to help her control her flames," Hannah answered with a sigh "That spell faded and | couldn't find my twin to restore it, so you didn't smell it on me again," Abigail couldn't believe this madness. "I can't do winter magic, I'm a Centuria. In the fight, Hannah created a whole frozen armor for me so | wouldn't risk losing control." Silence fell over the clearing. ---- Magnus was planning to give his brother a good kick in the " Count" when they were alone.

He hadn't even been able to fuck his woman better because he kept thinking about his "betrayal." + "You're my mate, I'm sure of that... so we can..." "We can nothing." Abigail stepped back, dodging Fenrir's, effusive hug "Why, Abiga? We already cleared everything up and, what a coincidence, your sister is my twin's mate, we're all in the family "Fenrir, this doesn't erase what you did or how mad | am," she told him, raising her voice a little. "If you had come up to us from 'the start, there wouldn't have been so many misunderstandings!" "| already said I'm sorry, my love!

What do you want me to do to make it up to you? You want me to get on my knees!" Before Abigail could open her mouth to answer with sarcasm, her whole body went rigid. The males turned, roaring a warning, and Hannah also shivered with fear. All of a sudden, a bush was shoved aside and a huge shadow ---- burst through it.

"I don't know if you're going to get on your knees or hand me your balls on a platter, but right now you're going to explain what the fuck you're doing with my daughters." A towering Alpha, nearly two meters tall, full of scars, rough and weathered by the swamp's hard life, joined the party in the clearing. Light hair fell down his strong bare back and gray eyes narrowed with a beast lurking in their depths. "Da... d," Abigail and Hannah stammered at the same time. "Are you coming to my side on your own or do | need to go get you?" his low growl oozed danger.

Abigail obeyed first and Hannah slipped free of her mate. Marked or whatever, she knew that if she didn't go, she'd only make things harder for Magnus. The lycan gripped her hand hard, unwilling to let her go, but she signaled him not to hold her back. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Other warriors from the swamp pack prowled among the mangroves. ---- They stood by their father's side, trading complicit looks and whispering an emergency plan in each other's minds.

"Now give me one damn reason not to toss you to the gators, especially you, redhead..." He lifted his chin at Magnus, who glared back. "And talk fast, the same way you were so quick to mark my precious daughter." Hakon was holding himself back from leaping at them and fighting outright. They didn't call him the wild Alpha of the swamp for nothing. But he swallowed his rage for his daughters, who had been waiting a long time for their mates, and for his wife, who wouldn't stop matchmaking husbands for them. He never imagined these would be the ones chosen by the Goddess.

He didn't like them, these two "daughter-stealers," especially because he knew very well what the consequences would be. His most precious treasures would be taken from his side and leave for someplace far away.