The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- EXTRA XXI.

NO CONTROL NARRATOR Damn, she really was a marked lycan now, and recently, her mate had already been uncomfortable with so many males around her, even though he rationally knew they were neither a threat nor competition.

"Mara, we're really glad to see you and that you turned out to be the mate of the brave Beof," Magnus said, keeping a respectful distance.

The white lycan stepped closer to his mate, wrapping her in a dominant embrace.

His blue eyes carried a subtle warning for the other males.

"Well, and the real party hasnt even started yet," Fenrir added with a mischievous grinhe was the type who loved watching the world burn.

"Did Laziel fall asleep anywhere again?" Victoria glanced past them toward her cousin, who, as always, seemed disconnected from reality.

1'm awake," Laziels cold voice rang out as he got up from the ground, dusting off his black robe embroidered with silver.

No way to sleep with all this damn chatter.

"Come here, my favorite nephew!" Fenrir strode over, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him between him and Magnus.

"Listen up, we need to make sure were not stuck traveling with ---- the big guy who's got his testosterone all over the place, because the last thing your favorite uncles want is to end up with a lycan bite on the jugular, got it?" He grinned animatedly at Laziels stiff expression, who only nodded.

"Did you see that, Magnus? Was that a breeze of a smile I just caught?" He turned to his brotheronly they dared joke like this with Laziel "With that frozen face? What breeze? Not even a damn whisper," Magnus scoffed.

"Our dear Laziel needs to be shoved back into Sigrids womb and pulled out again to see if that fixes him." "Guys, guys! We need to get going now!" Nyx urged, cutting the banter short.

At last, Laziel got to work.

Everyone gathered in a circle with him at the center, the lycan males keeping their distance from the women and Beof.

The early morning sky suddenly darkened as storm clouds rolled over the ancient forest.

The villagers shivered at the icy gusts, looking up in both fear and reverence.

The wind howled through the old trees like the wails of dying souls.

The grass beneath their feet began to wither.

The circle of decay expanded, growing larger and larger until it surrounded them completely.

"Damn, I hate this part," Fenrir muttered, fully aware of what was ---- coming next.