The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Black and silver, mingled like the night and the moonSilas was magnificent.

But he had one weakness, and a very great one.

sigrid! he suddenly roared as he saw her clutching her head, letting out a sharp, agonizing, desperate scream.

He descended instantly, never taking his eyes off her.

His magic surged frantically to examine her.

But before his feet even touched the grass in the clearing, Silas, now focused entirely on his mate, also sensed the danger.

Amassive golden circle of runes and powerful spells flashed beneath him.

Before the prison could close around him, he threw Sigrid away from the trap with all his strength.

The Selenia hit the ground with a dull thud, rolling across the grass, dazed.

Aaaahhh! she cried in agony, her mind shattering, her body one that wasnt herssuffering as if someone were squeezing Electras heart in their grasp.

Dark words began to be chanted in the night, one after another, intense and forbidden, relentless and unceasing.

Sigrid fought with all her strength.

The wound in her chest reopened; her spirit was being torn between battling Electra, healing, and resisting the lethargy threatening to overtake her.

---- Enough! she screamed, clutching her head, forcing herself to stand and finally opening her eyes.

Silas was in danger.

She saw him further ahead, kneeling on the ground, fighting like a madman, roaring as he struggled to unleash his specters.

Golden chains wrapped around his entire back and head.

The massive circle beneath him glowed with searing intensity And then Sigrid saw them Emerging from the darkness of the trees: the Selenia Queen, Brianna, and her daughter, Princess Renata.

Both were skilled sorceresses, weaving the restrictive spells that were now imprisoning Silas.

He lifted his head, wild with rage, his desperate gaze locking onto Sigrid.

Run! Get out of here, Sigrid, dont come, dont come!! he roared.

His eyes darkened to the shade of midnight, and intricate black patterns began to spread across his skin.

Dark hands erupted from his body, from his spine.

His legs struggled to rise, and the claws of the specters clutched the golden chainsthe magical threads burying into his flesh and began pulling them upward.

His greatest fear wasnt being imprisoned.

It was not being able to ---- protect Sigrid.

That they would hurt her.

That they would take her away from him.

The thought of them sending her homewithout himdrove Silas insane.

The ground trembled beneath his savage roars.

He looked like a beast about to break free from its shackles, but fighting against two fully grown Selenias at once was no joke.

Ignoring the agonizing pain, Sigrid lunged at Renata.

Taking out the weakest one first was the smarter move