The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- It amazed me that beyond this invisible barrier, they were just like usspecial beings living without fear.

Beside him, other members of his realm accompanied him as part of his delegation, but none felt as powerful as he did.

"Dont look at him too much.

Eyes on your male.

I dont want you staring at another lycan." Voraths wolfish voice growled low in my mind.

"Jealous little wolf, you need to try connecting with that man's beast, ask him to help us.

We can offer him gold, I dont know..." "As long as he doesnt ask for my woman, I can pay anything else.

Dont worry, baby, we'll find a way to protect them." I pursed my lips slightly at his response.

The best part was that, for once, he and Elliot actually agreed on something.

This negotiation already felt tedious with so much testosterone involved.

Then, the Regent appeared.

He walked with arrogance, his expression betraying his disgust.

He clearly disapproved of the entire matter.

Instead of standing beside the guest as an equal, he deliberately walked ahead of him.

I glanced briefly at the lycans facehe didnt seem angry, just...

curious.

I hoped there was a real possibility hidden somewhere in this absurdity.

In the end, [had to wait for them to emerge from their closed- door meeting.

Elliot left reluctantly.

---- Iremained in the women's lounge, but between the empty, hypocritical conversations and all the water I drank instead of wine, I eventually had to use the restroom.

Amaid directed me to the way.

Leaving the hall, I walked through carpeted corridors lined with white statues, impressive paintings on the walls, and an obscene display of wealth, until we reached the restroom on that floor.

"My lady, do you require assistance?" a maid beside the entrance of the lavish bathroom asked.

"No, thankyou," I replied, hurrying to my private stall.

Who needs assistance to pee in this place? Apparently, many people, because while I did my business, I overheard one of the most absurd conversations of my life.

Goddess, what do some of these noblewomen have in their heads that they literally need someone to wipe their asses? Washing my hands, my indignation growing over the way the maids were treated, I rushed out.

Some things would never change.

T wandered through the hallways for abit, distancing myself from the oppressive atmosphere.

With His Majesty out of seclusion, even the sun looked brighter in the sky, and those dark clouds had finally cleared.

---- Iwas lost in thought, staring into nothing, when sudden movement caught my attention in the garden area.

From this discreet side of the grand palace, I witnessed a crime scene.