The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- ways.

The damned sorcerer would have his mind and body torn apart, shredded in ways that would make him beg for death.

And the other, his beautiful prey who tempted him with her intoxicating scent, her presence, every inch of her delicious body...

she was the one he would savor the most.

He would devour her piece by piece, inch by inch.

Celine suddenly felt waves of heat flood through her core.

Prince Zarek, I command you to surrender control of the castle to me! Merkall found courage he didnt know he had, shouting as he pressed a dagger to Celines neck.

Even though his soul was already trembling before the presence of this ancient being, he still clung to the belief that this was just an illusion.

Zareks real body should still be chained deep within the dungeons...

right? Well, since you have my mate as your hostage, I have no choice but to comply with your wishes.

Gabrielle! Zareks implacable voice echoed through the hall.

From the entrance, the last Selenia Queen stepped forward.

With all the pieces gathered, the power of the vampire prince Zarek would soon change owners...

or perhaps...

rather, to an owner.

---- contrast to the decrepit rooms they had traversed.

Here, golden columns towered over a gleaming marble floor of pure white, matching the tall walls.

Such a grand and magnificent hall housed only one thingthe place where the infamous contract resided.

Awide marble staircase led to a hexagonal platform, where a column of silvery light stretched upward, touching the starry vaulted ceiling.

The dark, magical dome displayed twinkling constellations as if it were the real night sky.

For a brief moment, Merkall marveled at the sheer magic contained in this place.

His gaze wandered across the ceiling, which even seemed to shift, mimicking the heavens themselves.

However, Celines eyes were fixed on only one placeat the top of the marble stairs stood a man with his back turned.

Dressed in black with intricate gold embroidery adorning his princely garments, he slowly turned as if in slow motion, locking eyes with her with that same soul-consuming intensity that always made her tremble.

His furrowed brow and blood-red eyes darkened when he saw the man holding her arm.

Zarek had waited so long to have her within his domain; here, he was the master, and soon, he wouldn't be confined to just the castle.

But it wouldnt be that easy.

He was like a sleeping tiger who enjoyed toying with his prey before devouring it.

Those two intruderswho he now approached slowly, descending the stairswould be destroyed beneath his fangs, though in very different