The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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WHO ARE YOU? KATHERINE Yes, Your Lordship, the butler said as he exited, closing the door behind him.

Left alone with him, my heart, for some reason, started to race slightly.

Even more so when I saw him stand and walk toward the window, where a selection of liquor sat on a small table.

Would you like something to drink? No, no, Duke.

I came to talk to you about our daughter, I went straight to the point.

Our daughter? He turned with his glass in hand, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Theres no one else here, Rossella.

You dont have to pretend.

Iclenched my fists, sighing.

It was truehe had only ever raised a child forced upon him.

Fine, my daughter, I corrected coldly.

And precisely because she is only mine, I believe I have the right to choose who takes care of her and who doesnt.

I dont like her nanny.

I threw her out of the castle.

Mrs.

Elena has cared for her since she was a baby.

Lavinia is very fond of her.

You cant just dismiss an honest woman for no reason...

Honest? Do you even know what she was telling the girl while bathing her? I took a step forward, indignant, and started recounting everything I had overheard.

Theodore? he asked with a frown.

I knew even he saw the threat in ---- that womans words.

Yes, yes, Theodore, I muttered under my breath, hoping he wouldnt ask.

Thad no idea who that boy wasRossella never told me.

you remember Theodore, dont you? he suddenly questioned.

Acold sweat broke out on my upper lip as my nerves spiked.

My mind worked at full speed.

Of course, of course, that lively boy, I answered, quickly averting my gaze.

Imoved closer to his desk, pretending to straighten some papers, pushing them around with my fingers.

"Please, dont ask more about that damn Theodore." you would call a fourteen-year-old a boy? His voice came from dangerously close to my ear, too close, and that overpowering bergamot cologne invaded my senses.

The heat from his chest burned against my shoulder.

Well, fourteen isnt that old, thats why I said boy.

But for him to be playing with a ten-year-old...

its not appropriate if he has bad int Strong fingers gripped my chin.

I gasped in shock as he tilted my face up.

The Duke leaned over me, his face mere inches from mine.

He scrutinized me, and I swore his blue eyes narrowed into slits, like a beast lurking beneath their depths.

He inhaled deeply, as if he were trying to absorb my scent.

Thad even put on that sickly sweet perfume my sister used, just in case.