The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 145

CELINE

Where am I? Didn’t I fall asleep in the cemetery?

“Mía.”

“I’m here, but I don’t know where we are either. It looks like the inside of a dungeon. I smell something... interesting ahead of us.”

Interesting? What kind of scent was that?

I looked around, alert, and began walking through a dark corridor.

This place felt so unreal. I ran my hands along the cold stone walls, the only sounds were my breathing and the click of my boots against the ancient floor.

I didn’t know where I was going, blindly wandering through this dark labyrinth—or so I thought. In reality, something was pulling at my soul.

Was I dreaming?

The end of the corridor led to a heavy, ancient wooden door reinforced with blackened steel rivets and crossed by two thick iron bars, firmly locking it shut.

If that weren’t enough, rusted but sturdy chains wrapped around the mess of locks, holding it all together.

What the hell was behind that door? Whatever it was screamed danger, and I wasn’t about to find out.

Dream or not, I was getting out of here.

I turned my back on it, but I hadn’t taken more than two steps when I heard the chains falling to the ground, bolts sliding, and the heavy groan of the door creaking open.

Every hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

Damn it, what kind of nightmare is this?

Do I turn around or run like a maniac?

In the end, as always, I made the worst decision. I turned around and stared into the intense darkness. It looked like a rather spacious cell.

I expected it to smell old and filthy, but instead, an intense scent of sandalwood teased my nose.

“Mmm, smells amazing. Should we explore?”

I was startled by my wolf’s voice.

She was usually more cautious than me, yet I found myself taking a step forward, then another, and another, venturing deeper into the shadows.

I tried to adjust my vampiric vision to see my surroundings.

Looking around, it appeared to be an empty prison cell. But everything changed when I glanced toward the back of the cell.

“What the hell...?” I murmured, stepping back.

I should have left. Why was I acting like this?

“Is this a dream? No, it can’t be. Nothing bad should happen.”

I jerked my head up at those low, husky words, spoken right above me.

I found myself staring into the most intense, blood-red eyes I had ever seen. They were so overpowering they felt like they could freeze my soul with just one look.

“This... this is a dream…” I murmured to myself, trying to convince myself.

We were so close our breaths mingled, and mine quickened with every passing second. I was frozen in place.

“Is it?” he replied, his gaze trailing down my face. That dominant, ambiguous scent of sandalwood enveloped me, brushing over every pore of my body.

“As beautiful as I imagined. Tell me, little one, what’s your name?”

“I...” I screamed internally at my brain to snap out of it. What was wrong with me?

“Your name. Now. Tell me,” he commanded, implacable.

“Celine,” I whispered.

He lowered one hand—one I thought was shackled to the wall—and caressed my cheek, tracing down to my chin.

His finger circled my mouth before sliding over my lower lip, slow and sensual, coaxing me to part them.

“Celine,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I love it. It must sound exciting to moan it while I reach my orgasm inside you.

Wait! What?!