The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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KEY WITNESS NARRATOR "sir, our family has been protecting the Realm for generations!" Baltazar shouted, overcoming his initial fear and replacing it with genuine outrage.

"My son was only defending a poor elemental girl from this witchs attack!" He pointed at Katherine but took several steps back at the roar of the powerful lycan guarding the woman.

"You see?! They are savages, murderers! Who knows how many elemental lives theyve ended in their duchy? I was deceived! How many elemental men and women have they abused?!" "THAT IS A LIE!" Katherine couldn't endure so much falsehood any longer.

She pleaded with Elliot to change, but Vorath was stubborn.

No one would imprison him while she was in danger.

"Everyone, calm down, please." Suddenly, amidst the chaos, Sigrids soft yet firm voice rang out.

Standing beside Silas as his equal, her aura was equally powerful.

It was hard not to respect her.

"Tell me what happened.

We will hold a trial here and now, and the guilty will be punished..." "But..." "But nothing, Lord Regent of the Elemental Realm!" The Selenia ---- cut him off, her she-wolf fangs in full view.

If he dared to insult her people again, she might just forget about protocol and end him herself.

The murderous aura at her back stirred, the dark mantle surrounding her.

Silas was losing his composure, on the verge of tearing someone apart.

Baltazar wisely swallowed his tongue.

"Then, ladies first.

Tell me, Duchess of Everhart, I wish to hear your version." He turned toward the woman, who managed to step out from behind the fierce lycans back.

Katherine felt a bit nervous facing the powerful Selenia.

She had only heard stories about them, and none were particularly favorable.

However, those gray eyes inspired both confidence and respect.

The dark-haired woman radiated magic full of light.

Katherine began to recount her testimony, everything she saw, and the misunderstandings that followed.

"Its true that we are supernatural beings, but we have never harmed the elementals.

We only try to survive in a society that deeply hates us," she said to Sigrid directly, without blinking.

The towering presence constantly behind her stared at everyone defiantly.

No one would harm his woman.

"Tbelieve you," Sigrid said.

---- This sorceress was telling the truth.

Besides, there was something about her, a sensation too familiar.

"She is a descendant of Drusilla," Silas spoke in her mind, confirming her suspicions Sigrid was momentarily stunned.

What kind of coincidence was this? "Don't believe her, it's a lie! That damn witch...

mmmmnn...!" suddenly, the sharp cry was silenced.

Maxwell felt searing pain as his lips began to sew themselves shutout of nowhere.

He tried to speak, but it was useless.

Panic gripped his soul as he realized black, magical stitches were sealing his mouth.

"Maxwell!" Baltazar rushed to his aid, watching thick drops of blood spill from the wounds in the sensitive flesh.

"Too noisy.

Silas, let's end this matter." Sigrid was done with all these lies.

Besides, it was obvious that with the current Regent, they would never achieve what they desired.

Change was coming, The girl is waking up," Quinn pointed toward the woman, the forgotten source of all this chaos.