The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- He quickly found the huge nest covered with grass, skinned animal hides, and dry leaves.

There was only one egg inside.

Luckily, Dracotélions didnt have many offspring.

He unwrapped the leaves he was carryingsoaked in Brontocérax dungand dropped them near the nest.

While doing that, he heard the heavy, hurried footsteps of the female nearbyshe hadnt stayed long at the river! He tossed the leaves aside, grabbed the egg, and sprinted out of the cave, heading toward a herd of Brontocérax hed found during the night.

He raced through the jungle, dodging tangled roots and thick foliage, with giant trees surrounding him.

But a beastly roar thundered behind him, shaking the skies.

The creature was after him, following the scent of her baby, thinking Brontocérax had raided her nest.

Drakkar could already hear trees falling behind him as the furious female crashed through the forest.

It felt like the earth wanted to crack beneath his feet.

He reached the edge of the Brontocérax herd, still asleep, and climbed a hill, tossing the cursed egg down.

It started rolling, ---- getting lost among the legs and resting bodies sprawled over the soft grass.

GRRRROOOARRR! The Brontocérax herd jumped up, startled by the warning cry of the jungles top predator.

They were omnivores who also ate meat, but nothing compared to a Dracotélion.

Perched in a tree, Drakkar watched the mother burst in, desperately searching for her egg, only to find it crushed under the frantic hooves of the other animals, who were now also trying to protect their young.

It looked like a battle of titans; the massive black-scaled beast stormed into the group, which began to attack her too.

Normally, they wouldnt mess with a Dracotélion, but they werent about to let their young get slaughtered.

Drakkar had achieved his goal.

Why get your hands dirty if someone else can do the job? Still, he knew the Brontocérax, despite outnumbering her, werent guaranteed to win.

Once the initial rage passed, and they saw the Dracotélion slaughtering several of them with her jaws, the herd began to retreat.

---- That was his cue for the final blow.

Drakkar leapt down from the tree, spear in hand, its tip coated with toxic Cassiépela juice.

In his other hand, the armor made from the remains of the Brontocérax he and Lyra had hunted.

He had turned it into a heavy, powerful shield.

Charging into the chaos, with more guts than certainty, Drakkar searched for the moment to land a fatal blow on the most dangerous predator in the jungle.