The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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ARECKLESS ALPHA NARRATOR Lyra ran as fast as her boots would allow.

she sank into the dirt, sweating like crazy, pushing aside the wide leaves that blocked her path.

Bursting through the bushes, she found herself in a clearing...

and the scene in front of her froze her heart.

Drakkar was fighting barehanded against a massive predator ruthless and powerfulon all fours, with a shield of horns covering its gigantic head.

At the end of its nearly three-meter-long body, a spiked tail swayed, ready to strike the warriors back from behind.

WATCH OUT! Lyra screamed, hurling herself into the fight without a second thought.

Drakkar had never felt more terrified in his life than when he saw her throw herself straight into danger.

His two strong hands were holding the jaws of the Brontocérax apart.

His muscular legs were slipping backward, carving a trench into the earth from the beasts push.

RUN, LYRA! he roared, forcing his wolf to come out despite the consequences.

---- Poison pumped through his veins, carried by his blood; thick dark lines spread across his bulging arms.

Every time his wolf came out, the curse and poison twisted together into a double-edged weapon, shortening his life.

Lyra didnt stop.

Every second, she healed more from her internal wounds, the courage of her bloodline exploding inside her.

AAAHHH she roared, drawing the creatures attention to herself.

The Brontocérax swung its tail toward the new intruder.

The spiked ball chased after Lyra, who dove and rolled across the ground to dodge it.

BAM! The earth shook each time the spikes slammed down, tearing open craters and kicking up clouds of dust.

Drakkar managed to pull away from the beasts fangs.

With a wild roar, he leapt and smashed his fist into one of the Brontocéraxs small eyes, making it scream in fury.

Now its attention was split between the two annoying flies attacking it.

LYRA, RUN TO THE TREES! he shouted, praying she’d flee from the raging monster.

But Lyra wasnt the cowardly typeshe was a fighter.