The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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"Lyra, bring him over here!" He was unconsciously starting to rely

on her.

He saw her facing danger, thrusting her spear fearlessly at the

Brontocérax-a predator that men from his tribe wouldn't dare

provoke so recklessly.

Something stirred in Drakkar's chest as he watched the beautiful,

fearless woman... something called admiration. And more complex

feelings began to bloom.

"Drakkar, he's coming!" Lyra had no idea what he planned, but she

threw herself to the side, and the huge beast charged forward

blindly, not realizing it was heading straight for the tree.

BOOOOM!

'The treetop shook violently, cracks spread across the trunk that

bravely held its ground, and on top of the dazed beast, an untamed

warrior jumped down.

With a roar and a thick branch, Lyra saw her man leap between the

armored plates, into the vulnerable neck area, and fiercely stab the

large splinter of wood.

'The Brontocérax gave one last desperate struggle and a frenzied

roar before collapsing completely dead onto the ground.

"Drakkar!" Lyra rushed over to make sure he was okay.

From the height of the beast's broad back, against the sun, the

powerful werewolf appeared, covered in blood, staring at her with

a mix of fascination and respect.

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"We did it, Lyra, you and me, just us." Lyra smiled, tracing the

beautiful curve of his sharp masculine lips.

They stared at each other intensely, discovering one another

through their eyes.

"This is what I meant when I said I could teach you. I've never

underestimated you, Drakkar. To me, you're the most amazing

'warrior that ever lived." She finally said what she truly felt in her

heart.

Drakkar stayed quiet, regretting his moment of weakness.

He never

really wanted to hand her over to another male.

Something inside his chest roared to break free, to snap its chains,

to claim what was his.

But then a sharp pain tore through him, one that few men could

endure, reminding him of his curse and all his misery.

Suddenly, something shifted in the air. Drakkar stood tall,

watching the birds flying away in a hurry.

"We have to leave. The blood will attract even bigger predators."

He jumped down, grabbed Lyra's hand, and pulled her away.

"But the meat?"

"It's too tough and hard to get out from under the Brontocérax's

armor," he explained, rushing her back to a safe zone.

"That's a shame, it could've made an amazing shield..." Lyra

thought out loud.

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Alight flickered in Drakkar's mind. No one had ever thought of

that, because hunting that predator was nearly impossible.

"This way," he said, changing direction to circle back to the lair

the beast had guarded so fiercely.

"'That's his cave," he told her, pointing at a dark opening at the

base of the mountain.

"T once came here to gather herbs and hurt him, so he remembered

my scent and attacked me today in the forest," he told Lyra, both

of them spying from behind a tree.

"Let's explore."