The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 143

CELINE

I grit my teeth as sharp pain shoots through my senses, but I endure it. This isn’t the first serious wound I’ve had.

By the time she finishes fifteen minutes later, I’m drenched in sweat, my clothes sticking to my body, and I’ve torn up my lower lip from biting it, but it’s true—the sharp pain from the beginning has faded.

“You need to leave this on for a few days, and you’ll heal, don’t worry,” she explains, wiping her forehead tiredly.

“Thank you so much, Laila. I don’t know how to repay you…”

“I’m just returning your kindness,” she smiles, and I return the gesture out of courtesy.

“By the way, get plenty of rest, Celine. Tonight, we’ll pass near the place you want to go. You need to be ready to run into the forest.”

I nod, thanking her again. I finish the broth and lie down to wait for my chance while the caravan continues on its way, the wheels rattling over the dirt road.

Laila stays with me for a while, and when we stop again, now at night, she gets off and signals for me to stay alert.

“Mía, be ready in case we have to shift,” I tell my wolf, though I really don’t want to—finding clothes scattered everywhere after transforming is never pleasant.

Peeking through the animal skins that serve as the carriage door at the back, I listen to the voices of the warlocks and their laughter around the campfire.

They’re preparing their meals when suddenly, footsteps approach, and the skin flap is pulled aside abruptly.

“Come on, Celine, quick,” Laila whispers, glancing nervously behind her.

I jump off the carriage without a second thought. The wound on my thigh still burns, but I try to ignore it.

She grabs my hand, and crouching low, we move swiftly through the shadows of the carriages, hiding behind one of the large wheels.

A few meters ahead, I see the edge of the forest.

“Wait.” She pushes me back, and we crouch in the darkness, waiting for the patrolling sorcerer to pass by.

“Now, Celine,” she whispers. We hold hands and run toward the forest, diving into the protection of the trees.

We run a good distance until she stops, breathing heavily, looking back to make sure we aren’t being followed.

“Phew, I don’t have the same stamina as werewolves and vampires,” she says, clutching her chest.

“I mixed it into the water I used to clean the infection. Can you feel the link with the control spell?”

My father closes his eyes, and the magic stirs around him.

When he opens his eyes again, they glow with an intense golden hue.

“Yes, yes, it’s coursing through her blood,” he says before withdrawing his scrutiny from Celine’s body, returning to normal.

“It’s better not to alarm her. The spell is still fresh; we need it to spread deeper into her system, into her mind, before her wolf detects it.”

“She’s bound to encounter a vampire patrol soon. It’s time to break camp and get out of this dangerous place,” I say as we move to inform everyone that the charade is over.

“When the time comes, we’ll control her, and that woman will open the castle doors for us. You did well, my little witch,” my father ruffles my hair, and I smile smugly.

There’s an unspoken rule in this Realm—whoever controls the castle controls the Dark Realm. And my clan of warlocks will be the next monarchs.

I can already picture myself with the crown on my head.