The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- She inhaled deeply, clinging to his soft fur, burying her nose into his scent that always comforted her.

She felt his warm breath against her hair, his powerful head nuzzling her, licking her cheek.

His beastly hand circled her waist, pressing her against him, shielding their offspring.

Blliot, what should we name our little girl? I dont think the name we chose suits her anymore," Katherine spoke into his mind, her lashes fluttering, eyelids heavy with sleep.

"We'll name our eldest Theron, as we planned.

And for our baby girl...

do you have any name in mind?" Katherine thought for a moment, lowering her hand to gently caress their tiny pups, their bellies full.

Amara.

Lets call her Amara, after my mother.

I only hope her life won't be as troubled, and that she finds a good mate who will love ---- her with all his heart." "she will, you'll see.

Our daughter will be the happiest.

No male will ever make her suffer.

As long as 1 live, I will protect my pup," Elliot vowed.

Vorath growled that he would tear apart anyone who dared to harm his daughter.

But they never imagined that Amara wouldnt need much protectionshe could defend herself just fine.

It was the males who would have to watch out for that fierce, untamed lycan.

Especially one in particular, who had been marked long ago.

Amaras animal instincts would never forget that pine-scented aromathe one that nearly woke her before her time in her inner world.

That scent had lived in her memory ever since.

And though, at first, she didnt understand why she was so fixated on it, when she turned eighteen, her instincts unraveled the mystery.

She had already crossed paths with her destined mate.

ad TWENTY YEARS LATER...

Despite Elliots overprotective treatment of his little princess, once Amara became an adult, he could no longer keep her within the castle wallsor even the Realm itself.

That powerful female lycan was going to hunt down her mate.

---- How dare he never come back for her?! Many leagues away from the Elemental Realm, Beof sneezed while sitting in a tavern.

"Uncle Beof, looks like someones talking about you," a red-haired lycan with sharp, masculine features and deep, lively blue eyes teased the burly man.

"Tbet its nothing good," Beof scoffed, reaching for his beer only to find the mug empty.

Before he could lift his hand to order another round, a deep, gruff voice cut off all his enthusiasm.

No more drinking.

We're going hunting tonight, remember?" Beof scowled in irritation at the other redhead sitting across from him, brows furrowed as always, a perfect copy of his father.

Both of them were a carbon copy of their sire.

Only their eye color came from the Queen.

Damn it.

Why had he agreed to take the princes hunting? Between Fenrir, the adventurer, and Magnus, the grouchy one, he was in for a night full of trouble.

What Beof never imagined was that on this trip, the only one about to get into a sweet and thrilling predicament...

was him.