The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 331. THE CHASE BEGINS NARRATOR "| hope so. That this time, Fenrir takes advantage of the opportunity we all set up for him." Valeria sighed, letting those huge, comforting hands caress her belly. In her heart, she was a little worried too. Fenrir was the only one left. One way or another, each of the others had found their own happiness and was living it with their mate. She'd thought Laziel would be the one to give her the biggest headaches, and look how sharp that grandson tured out.

Aldric narrowed his eyes, a little mockery inside them, He saw Magnus in a dark corer trying to feel up his big woman, and Fenrir looked like a puppy with his tail down behind his redhead. "One so ahead of the curve and the other an idiot. Who did that son of mine take after?" Valeria's mouth curved into a smile where Aldric couldn't see it. ---- Said the man who took his sweet time to accept her as his mate and speak clearly about his feelings. Not to mention her own mistakes. It seemed Fenrir had inherited all their communication problems. She only hoped that today...

her pup could tell the truth again... nothing but the truth. soe "I'm going to fight to be first and ask for a few hours with you, little one. Just a quiet date, Abiga... just to talk and get to know each other." That's what Fenrir told her under the makeshift wooden platform. Abigail kept staring at him, but didn't answer until, all of a sudden, a sturdy swamp woman with black hair stepped right between their ambiguous looks.

"If she doesn't want you, just know there are more options available." She waggled her eyebrows playfully, thrusting her big boobs up "Lorena, stop being so shameless and get out of the way!" Abigail shouted, insulted. ---- "Hey, Abiga, you're like that dog that won't eat or let anyone else eat!" She turned with her hands on her wide hips and the long braid hanging down her back. On top of that, she stuck her butt out a bit toward Fenrir to tempt him. "Didn't you say you liked Dago? Look, he's right there making eyes at you and he's going to compete!" Abigail pointed to a blond-haired male.

"That was before, darling, but new, top-shelf merchandise just arrived..." Lorena turned to give Fenrir another lusty once-over from head to toe. Every hair on the lycan's body stood on end from the heebie- jeebies. "I'm better off going to compete," he muttered, wanting to escape and leave the fight behind. But Abigail's attitude gave him hope and pumped him up like a mad rooster to win that suicidal race through the whole swamp, no matter what. erred "GET TO THE STARTING LINE, AND IF A CROCODILE EATS YOU .» WE'LL PRAY FOR TWO DAYS AND THEN FORGET YOU EVER