The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 171

ZAREK

That's what we call the original inhabitants of these lands—simple creatures with no powers, no superhuman strength, no long fangs or sharp claws, no magic.

Yet, they possessed something that all the races coveted.

They gave birth to pure descendants of the species—vampires, sorcerers, lycans.

They were like blank books where the genes to expand the races could be written, without the need to breed within families or with other supernatural species.

In the end, all of us originated from an Elemental.

"VIKTOR!" I roared, unable to believe that the man who had spoken with me countless times about protecting these endangered beings was now committing such an atrocity.

"Y-Your Highness Zarek, what... what are you doing here?" he turned around, shocked, pulling out of the woman who collapsed almost lifeless onto the chair.

"So this is why you asked me for these secluded lands?" I started laughing, void of any humor.

The entire hall fell silent, with only ragged breathing and muffled sobs filling the air.

"This was the reason you were on my side, why you fought against vampires and sorcerers. It wasn’t to protect them, it was to claim a bigger share of the spoils," I finally understood his true intentions, how he had lied and manipulated me.

"Prince, you must understand, it is difficult for lycans to reproduce. If we mate with vampires or sorcerers, weaker hybrids are born, or pure beings of their races. A lycan is rarely born!" he explained, trying to justify the rape as something reasonable.

"Not everyone has the privilege you do, being born from the union of a powerful Selenia and one of the first vampires, an Ancient. I have to look out for my race!"

"Since when do men give birth to pups?" I pointed at the elemental men trembling in a corner, who were also being forced by other lycan males in the room.

"I'm not against expanding the races with elementals, but only if they agree—never by force!"

"I will fix that; I will punish the males who mated with the men. Don’t worry..."

"Oh, there will be punishment, Viktor. I came here counting on you, but I’ve changed my mind. Everything in this land is rotten to the core. I think it's time to return it to its rightful owners. LEAVE!" I roared at the elementals, who looked at me with a mix of desperation and hope.

Viktor's shadow loomed over me.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I can't let you do that," he openly challenged me, signaling to the more than fifty lycans present.

"I didn’t expect you to. Don’t get it twisted, Viktor—royalty here is me, and I don’t ask permission from anyone. You're beneath my feet!"

Without a second thought, I lunged at him, his roar shaking the castle they had built by Black Lake.

That’s how my slaughter began. I summoned every power I inherited from my mother, Selenia.

Her sorcery was the strongest aspect that developed within me, and I inherited her formidable magic.

That day, my invincible warriors emerged from the darkness, splitting the floors and walls apart. How do you kill what is already dead?