The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- Her mother always said she was more of a witch than her siblings, despite being born an Alpha wolf.

An innocent, angelic face, when used well, was the most lethal weapon of an intelligent woman.

"Well, then I'll send someone to fetch them..." "We'll go, Dad! Dont worry, we were about to head out anyway.

Stay and get lunch sorted.

And wheres Mom?" Lavinia knew this deception wouldnt last longthey needed to call Amara immediately.

"Your mother is coming in the carriage with the Royals.

We're all having dinner together." Elliot answered, watching her closely, though he didnt admit he had galloped ahead just to catch them off guard.

He knew Lavinia wellshe was hiding something.

He didnt completely buy the story, but since Lyra said it, and she was a sensible pup, he let it gofor now.

So they left to find the others," when in reality, they ran toward the forest with the clear intention of using the pendant to call Amara.

However, things didnt go according to Lavinias plan.

And out of all possible outcomes, the worst one happened.

Before they could summon Amara, she beat them to it...

---- see Several leagues away from the De La Croix fief, Nyx wandered through the forest surrounding the town.

The sun was climbing higher in the sky.

She ventured deeper, seeking the shadows cast by the towering trees.

Specters despised the light, so she pressed on until she reached the oldest, thickest part of the woods.

The branches wove together, creating a space of pure darkness.

She sliced her palm and, with a bloodied finger, traced a familiar symbol onto the bark of an ancient oak.

Then, she waited.

Immediately, the air shifteda dark mist slithered between the gnarled roots, rustling the bushes like an ominous wind.

The shadows thickened, the air grew heavy, the sun dimmed behind the clouds, and a patch of lush grass began to rot and liquefy into a pool of black tar.

A silhouette emerged from the ground, rising until it hovered before Nyx.

"Summon your master.

I wish to speak with him." She commanded with sharp authority.

Everyone feared the specters.

Even though they were supposedly ---- under controlUmbros' hatred no longer existedthat didnt mean they were pleasant creatures.

Through the veil of dark magic, jagged teeth curled into a grin.

A chilling, macabre chuckle echoed from the ethereal being.

"] said summon your master! Obey!" she snarled, releasing her Selenian magic.

But despite inheriting the corrupt magic of her father, the light magic of Sigrid still burned within her.

The specter tilted its head, the eerie grin stretching wider.

Blood-red eyes gleamed with hunger beneath the hood.