The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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FAMILY DINNER SIGRID Electra! I heard Drusillas annoying screech behind me just as I'd stepped into the domain of the head witch.

With an irritated look, I turned to face her.

She was dressed in a beautiful burgundy gown, her hair pulled back into a long braid that swung down her back.

T thought I was late and Morgana would scold me, but if her favorite is still hanging around, then Im saved, she huffed, and immediately a man behind her dabbed her forehead with an embroidered white handkerchief.

He was a handsome elemental, youngtoo youngand even under his neat little suit, I could see the bruises on his wrists when he raised his hand to wipe her sweat.

She couldnt even wipe her own disgusting sweat.

Thats enough.

Get away from me, I want to speak with my sister, she snapped, shoving him aside and striding toward me, trying to grab my arm.

I spun around and left her standing there, disgust swirling in my stomach.

The real Electra was cold, and with these miserable bitches, I didnt even have to fake it.

As always, the ice queen, she huffed, trailing after me down this ---- hallway filled with carpets and massive portraits, with chandeliers anchored to the walls.

It all felt as suffocating as this entire world.

Ladies, Madam Morgana is expecting you, the butler said, bowing as two servants opened the grand dining room doors.

At least there was some space here, luxury and sophistication in every heavy curtain, painting, and ornament.

A giant table, fit for more than twenty people, stood in the center, and at its head, a woman awaited us.

She sipped her wine calmly, not even bothering to lift her head to greet us or offer a welcome.

Her black hair was streaked with thick strands of white, styled in an elaborate updo with wavy locks cascading over her shoulders and back.

Her face was round but strikingly beautiful.

She wore a low-cut black satin and lace dress with flowing sleeves, her massive breasts nearly spilling out.

Everything about her was grand, radiating power and dominance the matriarch of the De la Croix estate.

swallowing my murderous urges and tightly locking away my powers, I strode confidently toward Morgana.

sister, bowing before that woman nearly cost me my sanity, and when she extended her hand for me to kiss the ruby ring with our family crest, I almost vomited on her.