The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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I rubbed my waist and back slightly as we walked into the mansion,

through the glamorous foyer, and down a discreet staircase

leading underground.

Down a dimly lit hallway, I could hear the hushed murmurs of

many people ahead.

We passed other guests, also cloaked in shadows.

T could feel the supernatural power in each of them—most were

women.

"This is your private box, my lady. Can I offer you anything else?"

‘The attendant pulled back a black curtain, gesturing toward the

interior.

"No, that will be all," I replied, stepping into the small space,

which held a comfortable armchair and a small table.

"ilas, stand by the curtain and keep watch—make sure no one

spies or tries to enter," I instructed, settling into my seat.

The entire atmosphere was drenched in secrecy and mystery.

‘Through the discreet curtains, I peered down from the high

balconies toward a small stage.

‘That was where the merchandise would be displayed.

Not everyone here could afford the exclusivity of these elevated

booths.

‘Through the dim lighting, I could make out the silhouettes of

those seated below, closer to the stage.

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After awhile, just as boredom was setting in, the much

anticipated auction finally began.

The spotlights illuminated the stage, and the auctioneer kicked

things off with his usual crude jokes, discussing the lots and the

evening’s surprises.

Iwas prepared for the horrors I’d witness here, but then—after a

few artifacts had been presented—something happened that

changed everything.

“alright, you’re going to love this one," the auctioneer announced.

"Here we have some ancient lunar runes—extremely rare and

highly valuable for crafting dream-related artifacts. But..."

The room stirred with excitement over the runes. I had come for

them as well.

"Thighly advise you to spend your coins wisely because after this

item comes something... hmm... how should I put it? Something

delicious." He laughed lewdly, making a suggestive gesture.

The sound of wheels rolling over wood echoed as a massive round

structure was brought onto the stage.

However, it was completely covered by a red velvet cloth, though

even so, it was unmistakable—it concealed the shape of a person.

Ieaned forward, nearly at the edge of my seat.

For some reason, my heart started beating strangely.

My head felt light, and my eyes couldn’t tear away from the fabric,

as if trying to pierce through it, desperate to see what lay hidden

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beneath.

"300,000 gold coins from bidder number 67! Anyone willing to

offer more for the lunar runes?" the auctioneer’s exclamation

snapped me out of my confused thoughts.

My foot pressed the pedal beneath my boot’s tip, and a light

flickered on in my private booth.

"300,100 gold coins from bidder number 23!""

Not even a second passed after my bid before number 67 raised the

stakes again.