The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- I watched as the indomitable wolf stepped away from his fallen prey.

He had won...

but things didnt look good.

He turned to the side, his steps shaky.

His stunning platinum fur, like the stars themselves, began to darken, a mist swirling around him, forming runes.

Ignoring the pain in my leg, I got up.

With my wolf present, things would be easier.

I moved toward him as he arched, choking sounds escaping his throat.

"Something's wrong with my mate! Those are cursed runes!" Aztoria howled, watching the letters circling faster and faster around his body.

All at once, he vomited a mouthful of black, putrid blood onto the ground.

"wait, stop fighting!" I lunged toward him, afraid hed keep pushing himself...

black magic would only make things worse! Before I could even touch him, he spun toward me, fangs bared, growling menacingly.

I tooka cautious step back.

"] just want to help..." I tried to explain, but he kept growling, his muzzle twisted with raw fury, black blood dripping from his teeth.

---- "Aztoria, call out to him! Hes our mate, isnt he?" I shouted in confusion, still stepping back, feeling the murderous energy radiating off him.

"The bond is closed on his end.

I can feel it...

but he doesnt seem to recognize me!" "Then lets shift!" "T cant...

Im still weak from protecting you in the portal!" "Damm it, Aztorial" Me, a refined lady, cursing at the top of my lungs in the middle of a life-or-death situation.

Just as I thought about runningwithout a shred of dignity through the jungle, that wolf convulsed again, heaving up more dark bile before collapsing.

"Catch him!" Aztoria howled, and I instinctively dove forward, grabbing his head before it could crash into a jagged rock, A sharp hiss of pain escaped me as my leg twisted at a terrible angle, but I gritted my teeth, supporting his heavy body against my chest.

His warmth enveloped me, his erratic heartbeat hammering in my ears, Now that he wasnt snarling at me like a beast, I lowered my head, stroking his fur.

---- Hes gorgeous.

Goddess, what a fine specimen...

I looove him! my wolf practically purred, making a final verdict before I could even form an opinion "Are you sure hes ours? I mean...

I know exactly how you roll..." Hey, are you calling me a slut again? Trolled my eyes, refusing to dignify that with a response.

Well, the Goddess had a twisted sense of humor.

Me, a noble and refined female, paired with a slightly too passionate and spontaneous Alpha she-wolf.

Not to mention...

| wasnt even a virgin anymore.

My mother had to make the stable boy I spent my heat with disappear...

or my father was going to make him disappear for real.

Hes ours.

Dont you smell that strong honeysuckle scent? Hes cursed...

we have to help him I tried to move him, but he was too heavy.

Panting and sweating, I managed to turn him slightly, but suddenly, his weight collapsed onto me.

"ahh!" I yelped as I tumbled, landing right on top of his hard, muscular body, covered in faint scars.