The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- But why couldnt he transform? Thad no idea, but I followed him as he moved deeper into the ---- house.

The grand staircase in the foyer led to the second floor, but he ignored it, seemingly familiar with the mansions layout.

Curious, I glanced into the sitting room as we passed through it.

The sofas and armchairs were covered in white sheets, now blackened with dust.

The fireplace was dark, its remains filled with charred logs and cobwebs clinging to every corner.

Only slivers of moonlight seeped through the stained-glass windows.

I instinctively stepped closer to my wolfshadows pooled in every corner, sending shivers down my spine.

Through the narrow hallway, likely leading to the servants? quarters, Elliot stopped in front of a door.

"Here? Should I open it?" I asked.

He nodded again.

It wasa tight space, so I stood in front of him.

I could feel the softness of his fur brushing against mehis head seemed lowered, his breath warming the back of my neck, making me shudder.

I turned the doorknob and hesitated at the threshold, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness inside.

"Do I step in?" I asked uncertainly, unable to see much.

---- A low growl huffed against my back, and, swallowing hard, 1 stepped forward.

"This looks like a room..." I murmured, squinting.

The furnitures silhouettes slowly took shape in the dim light from the open door.

A small dresser stood nearby, and I immediately checked for a lamp.

Feeling around, I found a matchbox beside it.

This room had been used recently.

Bending as best I could, I struck several failed matches before finally igniting a flame and lowering the glass shade over it.

Fortunately, the lamp still had oil.

Raising it in my hand, I finally took in the rooma servant's quarters, with a modest bed, a chest in the corner, and the small.

dresser.

Aclosed door in the far corner likely led to a tiny washroom.

The sheets on the bed were somewhat dirty, but nowhere near as.

filthy as the rest of the house.

The dust was manageable.

Someone had been using this place.

You used to come here?" I turned to see him still standing in the hallway, those ever-watchful red eyes fixed on me, Lavinia still in his arms.

He nodded again.

---- "Hey! No, dont come in yet! If were staying here tonight, I need to clean, or Lavinia will suffocate in all this dust," I stopped him, deciding 1 at least needed to wipe things down.

"sit in the hallway, come on, so you dont get too tired." Like a good boy, he settled into the hallway.

I couldn help but smile at how oddly cute he looked being so obedient.

Fear faded from my heartbecause it was Elliot.

It was amazing how the mind could adapt.

Wasting no time, I tore more fabric from my dress.

At this rate, I'd end up looking like a brothel dancer.

With the strips in hand, I walked toward the small door.

"please dont let this be a pantry," I muttered, opening it cautiously, exhaling in relief at the sound of dripping water.

It was a tiny bathroomjust a sink and a toilet.

I started washing the fabric strips, grateful for the dim lighting so I wouldnt see the mold creeping across the porcelain, the yellowed stains, or the metallic stench of rusted pipes.

The cold, slightly murky water at least helped remove some of the grime.

Gathering my hair into a high bun and rolling my sleeves above my elbows, I began my workcleaning the space like a proper maid, all under the watchful gaze of a beast patiently waiting in the doorway.