The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 321. FIGHT IN THE SWAMP NARRATOR "Right now you're going to tell me what happened, Abigail." Anastasia was standing in front of her daughter, who'd run to the little house she shared with Hannah. In the swamp pack, the houses were built on the thick, massive trunks of the trees. That way they wouldn't get swept away when the waters rose during stormy times. "The problem is that Prince Fenrir... thought | was his mate..." Hannah rushed to her rescue and told Anastasia what had gone down. Obviously, she left out the intimate parts with her man.

"That bastard!" Anastasia roared, flames prickling over her skin. "But he helped me too, Mom; my fire wolf... is under control," Abigail murmured, still with her head down. "Yeah.. Anastasia noticed the sea of fire inside Abigail had calmed. hat's true." Now that she was looking her over closely, Not completely, though-not without her male's mark, and her ---- wolf kept seeking him. "He can help you, however..." Anastasia sighed. She didn't like one bit that prince running away from one of her daughters. "He respected me too; | had... a relapse and he...

didn't take advantage of me, he just took care of me." "So, Abigail, are we going to defend him or crucify him?!" Anastasia was starting to lose her patience. Abigail was way too picky and spoiled. "Mom, if we hadn't run into each other by accident, | would've spent my whole life waiting for him!" She snapped her head up. "Besides, I'm not in the mood to make it that easy after what he planned to do with Hannah!" She stood with determination. There were no crocodile tears on her face, and far from looking stricken or hurt, she looked fierce. "But...

| already paired with Magnus and everyone's happy..." "Well I'm not happy!" she shot back at Hannah, who gave her a resigned look. "Plus, your mate is good and good. He made sure real fast so he ---- wouldn't have to share with his brother... what if you were both their female?" "Ugh, may the Goddess spare me from that disaster!" Hannah even started to pray. Anastasia had a nervous tic in one eye. Deep down, sometimes she wondered if it wasn't time to kick the fledglings out of the nest so she could live alone with her male.

"Abigail, then, my daughter, are you telling me that whole dramatic scene was just to punish Prince Fenrir?" Anastasia stared at her, wondering how twins could be so different. "Mother," Abigail gave her that look that spelled trouble. "Get ready to celebrate two weddings, but, sister..." She looked at Hannah. "I'm really sorry, you'll have to wait a few days so | can show that stuck-up lycan what it means to be kept waiting." Her gaze flashed wickedly.

"He's going to have to prove he truly values the bond between us and it's not just another whim, or, Mom, only one of your ---- daughters is getting married." She grabbed her skirt, thrusting her chest out, chin high, and walked like a queen to her room. "Blessed Goddess, the contradiction of contradictions," Anastasia muttered. "And here | thought you would be the hard one to pair off." She looked at Hannah, who gave her a resigned smile. They always said that, because she was such a tomboy and not very feminine, so carefree, no man would accept her.

Yet look how she'd happily frozen Prince Magnus's heart solid. "This is going to give me more gray hairs, that's for sure," Anastasia huffed as she left. Now she'd have to figure out how to explain this mess to her wild Alpha. se Inside one of the cabins farthest from the center of the Swamp Pack: "Now you really have gone completely insane!" Magnus roared at his brother, itching to crack open that thick skull.