The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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THE ORIGIN OF MY SORCERY KATHERINE Thesitated before slipping my hand into an unknown space again.

I glanced at my fingertipit was already healing.

The insane thought crossed my mind that maybe this hidden compartment would only open with my blood or my sisters.

"If you're already on the donkey, might as well keep riding it," I thought, twisting my lips into a sarcastic smirk as I took the final risk, praying I wouldnt lose a limb.

I reached inside the hole and felt something hard and metallic.

Gripping it in my hand, | lifted itit felt heavy.

Through the dim light, my pupils narrowed to focus, revealing that Thad found a small jewelry box.

The bronze details shimmered beautifully, and the opal-like surface reminded me of the necklace I had given Elliot.

Iwas so absorbed in examining it that I didnt notice the shift in the atmospherethe moonlight fading behind storm clouds, the air thickening, the darkness creeping in around me.

Everything happened in a flashback.

My entire body trembled.

My eyes rolled back, staring at the ceiling as images flooded my mindso many that I couldnt process them all.

«A brown-haired woman kissing a man, rolling across a bed ---- covered in white sheets.

I didnt recognize either of them.

She was so happy.

I felt her joy flood my souluntil overnight, it twisted into resentment and hatred.

Lies.

Everything he had told her was a lie.

The life he painted for her didnt exist.

That wasnt his real name, he never lived where he claimed, he wasnt an orphan, and he sure as hell wasnt going to marry her.

I saw her receiving a letter with no sender, inviting her to a place a poor girl like her could never enter.

But she did.

She made it into the castle as a servant, and there, she learned the truth.

Who he really was.

His real name.

His glamorous life and the woman he was truly going to marry.

She wanted to confront him.

She waited for him in secret.

She had her chancehe was just a few steps awaybut before she could act, someone dragged her into the darkness, covering her mouth, capturing her.

The real bride already knew about the mistresss existence.

And worseshe knew she wasnt just a passing fling but a real threat.

He loved her.

He was doubting his commitments because of her.

The poor girl never saw daylight again.

Thrown into the cold dungeons, tortured until, one day, she was sentenced to death.

But her executioner took pity on her and let her live She ran, Ran as far as she could, like a lost soul, her only company ---- the elderly mother who had nearly died of anguish during her disappearance.