The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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198. LUCRECIA SILVER

SIGRID

"Sold! This magnificent slave now belongs to Lady Lucrecia Silver!

Tlooked down, sighing heavily at the man who was now in the

worst place imaginable.

“Ym leaving, my lady," Silas murmured, pulling my attention back

to him—only then did I realize how close we were.

1 immediately stepped back, not wanting to make him

uncomfortable

"Fine. Just don’t do anything reckless, please. Remember—I won’t

fall for your sake. If you screw up even alittle, I can kill you with a

snap of my fingers."

I threw in that last threat, afraid he might march straight toward

Lucrecia to attack her.

It would be like sending a pup to kill an adult lycan.

I watched him walk out, the darkness around him swirling like a

living thing. 1 had noticed it—his eye wasn’t just burned, it was

cursed.

Later, once I had earned his trust, I needed to ask exactly what that

dark energy coursing through his veins was.

He was an elemental—he shouldn’t be like this.

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I sank back into my seat. I had lost everything —the runes, and the

man I was meant to save.

This was a disaster.

However, just as I was about to leave, I noticed that bidder 67—the

one who had taken the runes from me—was now desperately

bidding on another item.

I gambled everything on it and won the Pearls of Longing. They

were useless to me, but I hoped they were valuable enough to use

as leverage in a negotiation with the person in booth 67.

“Madam, if you’d follow me, you may collect your item."

At the end of the event, one of the attendants led me toward the

storage area

‘We descended a narrow staircase, and he unlocked the heavy steel

doors with a spell. Inside, several people were already present.

"Please wait a moment until it’s your turn. We have many items to

distribute."

“| understand," I replied coldly, my gaze sweeping toward the two

small desks at the far end, where winners were being called

forward to claim their purchases.

‘The space was enormous, packed with guests crowding around the

desks, while the area beyond was clearer—filled with crates, some

massive, forming a maze of corridors.

My instincts pushed me forward, slipping into the shadows,

weaving between the stacks. The murmurs grew distant.