The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- EXTRA IV.

ACCOMPLICES NARRATOR Despite her hybrid origins, Celine had given birth to a true Viad through and through.

Deadly, fierce, and beautiful, just like the creatures of the night.

Her eyes carried reddish tones, and her long brown hair cascaded down to her rounded backside, clad in tight black leather pants.

"Ugh, sorry, Vicky! Im just so excited to see you allits been too long.

Lyra!" Amara rushed toward the woman who looked more like a goddess than a mere mortal.

Silvery platinum hair flowed gracefully, and her striking silver eyes gleamed with joy.

Her inner wolf, a powerful Alpha, pressed her muzzle against Amaras in greeting.

The two of them had always gotten along well.

Lavinia approached as well, her thick cloak billowing behind her.

"Nyx," she greeted the dark-haired woman who had come to meet her.

Their personalitiesboth composed and thoughtfulwere eerily similar.

"Lavi, Im so glad we could all gather here," the Selenia woman embraced her warmly.

They had always had great chemistry, despite their age difference.

Their love for magic, books, and dark sorcery bonded them.

"Grandmotherly and boring things," according to Amara and ---- Victoria.

Lyra, on the other hand, was a balance between serenity and adventure.

After exchanging greetings and kisses of welcome, they all entered De la Croix Castle.

Technically, Lavinia and Amara were the hostesses, but in reality, everyone in the fief knew them well.

They ran the place as they pleased.

Even the servants bustled about like frantic ants, rushing through the kitchens, preparing the rooms and halls.

Everything had to be perfect! These "Daddys little princesses" were the treasures of the most powerful and dangerous beings in existence.

The staff feared that even something as simple as tea being too hot might burn their tongues.

So, flawless service was arranged on the terrace, where they all gathered a while later to talk.

Alright, we all know our missionhelp Amara," Victoria officially opened their war council.

"Goddess, Uncle Beof is going to be in shock when he sees you.

You're going to drive him insane with how stunning you are," Lyra mused as she sipped delicately from her teacup, imagining the look on the burly lycans face.

"Do you...

do you really think hell like me?" Amara asked with a ---- hint of insecurity.

"Like you? Hes going to be obsessed with you, Mara," Victoria said confidently.

"But are you completely sure about this? This whole thing with the scent and Uncle Beof...

We just dont want you to get hurt." He is my mate.

I know it.

And I like him," Amara admitted, her cheeks flushing crimson as she cast a sideways glance at her sister.