The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 114

VALERIA

The Vampire King didn’t desire Umbros’s power.

I had always wondered how he could be so foolish as to want to control such immense evil, but his eyes were set on this power—the combined magic of the Selenias that sealed this space.

If I took it from here, Umbros would find a way to break free.

I hesitated, my fingers just inches from the red light.

“Take it! Take it, Valeria, or I’ll tear those werewolves' throats out with my bare hands! I SWEAR I’LL KILL THEM, TAKE IT NOW, TAKE IT!” he screamed like a madman, and I even heard the splashing of blood.

He dared to step into the lagoon, his ambition for power was that overwhelming.

“Touch it, Valeria, just touch it,” the voice of my old magic echoed in my mind, and finally, I stretched on my tiptoes to sink my fingers into the cold crimson stone.

Memories flashed through my mind like lightning.

A powerful woman sitting on her golden throne, blue eyes, long black hair. Her happiness made my heart swell as I watched her gently caress her belly in front of a mirror, longing for the arrival of her daughter.

Tears and screams.

The cry of a newborn, and that woman held her, sobbing, kissing her forehead before placing the small bundle wrapped in warm blankets into the hands of that man—the very same man now forcing me to commit this atrocity.

«Goddess, the only thing I desire for serving you is to one day see my daughter. Please, let me see my Valeria»

The memories stopped, tears streamed down my cheeks, but I had no time to wipe them away when the sound of a struggle erupted behind me.

I turned in shock—the statues... the statues of the women had come to life and were fighting the Vampire King.

A chill ran down my spine as I felt danger approaching from behind me.

Without thinking, I lunged into the lagoon. A deafening sound rang out alongside dust and splattered blood.

I fell on my back, struggling to keep from drowning, and looked up in horror—the statue of the woman sitting on the moon had descended and was staring at me with a murderous glare. The spear in her hand had struck where I had been standing just moments ago, shattering the fountain.

I had awakened the Selenia guardians.

“I’m one of your kind! I don’t want to fight! He’s the threat, it’s him!” I shouted, but she didn’t seem to listen.

She leaped from the fountain like a warrior—towering at three meters tall—and began attacking me with the spear.

I summoned all my power. I had no intention of dying here. I couldn’t. I had to protect my pup no matter what, so I willingly triggered my transformation.

The wind whispered in my ears every time that deadly weapon missed me by mere inches, my speed at its limit as I dodged her attacks.

My clothes were soaked, blood from the lagoon splattered across my face, and I flapped my wings, soaring away from the threat. But she was too fast, precise, and powerful.

The sharp tip lunged to pierce my chest. I barely twisted to the side, and my claws scraped against the silver, sparks flying.

I grabbed the cold spear with my hand, trying to wrest it away from her, gripping it with all my strength.