The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU SILAS Every day, we woke up filled with fear, like cattle hunted by vampires, witches, and lycans.

My poor parents would tell me, this new Queen will change the balance, we just need to give her time, we just need to have faith in her.

And I did.

Even after being kidnapped from my home, taken far away, chained, humiliated, and broken.

Talways clung to those words of encouragement.

One day, everything will change...

it will get better...

just endure...

trust in the Queen, and you will be rescued...

But on the verge of death, I saw her true face.

Just like those witches, she erased her sin.

She too used us in secret, like animals, to try and breed her race.

Thate them.

I despise them.

But I loathe the Selenias even more, for their hypocrisy and lies, for giving us hope while allowing us to be slaughtered.

At least Lucrecia showed me the monster she was from the very beginning.

Iwant to destroy this world.

I want to destroy every last one of these wretched beings.

So I fought, with all the hatred in my heart, to free myself and become their worst nightmare.

---- SILAS IN THE PRESENT, WITH SIGRID At some point, | lost consciousness.

A low growl escaped me as I pushed myself up from the hard forest floor, disoriented, my hand pressing against my temple.

I thought I had dreamed something disturbing, but I no longer remembered it.

1 looked around.

What the hel It looked like a tornado had ripped through the dark forest, uprooting trees, breaking branches, and leaving craters scattered across the ground.

T stood up, eyes wide, staring at the open horizon.

All I could see were the distant mountains, the night sky above me, and the moon...

the full moon, speckled with traces of blood.

I remembered my battle.

My hand flew to my chest, now surging with power.

I looked down in shock.

Where were my wounds, my scarred skin, my burns and marks? 1 lifted my fingers into the air and examined them, dumbfounded, my heart pounding.

I could feel itthe furious, maddening energy roaring through my veins.

Those specters obeyed my commands.

I could sense them in my ---- mind, waiting in a magical space I had created for them, lingering, ready to be summoned into battle.

1 felt no pain.

I was overflowing with magic, with strength.

My face ! Tran toward the well where those poor souls had been drowned.

Thesitated, almost afraid to hope in vain, my hands tightening over the cold stone rim.

Areflection stared back at me with euphoric eyes.

A complete man.

The man I once was.

Golden eyes, radiant.

Hair, silver like the moon, Strong, sharp features, a shadow of a beard framing my jaw, thin lips curved into a smilesomething I hadnt done in so long.

Being handsome had once been my greatest curse.

When I was ruined, I saw it as a blessing.

Until I met her.

My hand trembled as I lifted it, my bloodshot eyes studying my own skin.

It was no longer hideousnot always.

It would only turn black when I called upon my curse to see the horrors lurking in the dark.

"Sigrid," I murmured her name, and urgency filled my heart again.

Thad to find her.