The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 29

VALERIA

My brain finally connected with reality, and it told me I was lying on my side on a bed.

Not chained. Not imprisoned. Not bound. And definitely very much alive.

I felt an incredible vitality surging inside me, healing, repairing my wounds.

Confused, I opened my eyes halfway, staring at an old wooden wall.

I know this wallpaper—it's from the inn where we were staying, in that… pack where I was kidnapped and taken to those vampires who sold me as a slave, and then… then the Lycan King rescued me!

Up to that point, everything had been terrifying, but manageable.

However, the memories of all the sexual things I did with King Aldric afterward… were impossible to bear!

Phrases like “…I need you to touch me more, Aldric…” and “…I want to taste you like you did with mine…” short-circuited my mind.

"Uuuuhhhh!" I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it, burying my face full of shame.

Did the King leave me here at the inn?

Most likely. And honestly, for the best—because I don't think I could ever face him again after what I did.

"Are you done suffocating yourself with the pillow?"

His deep voice echoed behind me, and I froze.

This man's habit of silently lurking is going to give me a heart attack one day.

"Valeria, turn around and face me," he ordered.

I considered playing dead.

Dead from being a shameless slut. What a fitting end for my disaster of a life.

In the end, I had to turn slowly, keeping my gaze down, cheeks burning—there was no way to pretend I didn’t remember.

Especially when my eyes landed directly on his crotch.

He was sitting in a chair beside the bed, legs spread, wearing dark trousers.

By the Goddess, I clearly remembered how that monstrous thing pulsed in my mouth, how hot and delicious it was…

"Don't do that, Valeria. Your scent is too tempting…"

He leaned forward, and I lifted my eyes only to find his narrowed gray ones just inches from my face.

That masculine, sexy face—so perfect—had been buried between my legs, giving me pleasure I'd only dreamed of in the past.

Dorian had never loved me that passionately.

I swallowed hard and jerked back, pressing myself against the wall, clutching the pillow protectively.

As if I wasn't the one who had practically molested the King.

He's the one who needs protection from me.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for searching for me and rescuing me," I said, forcing my thoughts into order, speaking as steadily as I could.

"I… I apologize. I'm deeply ashamed. I understand if you wish for me to leave the castle and never return—"

"NO."

His voice was sharp, cutting.

"Look at me, Valeria. Look at me. Don't make me repeat myself."

His command made me meet his gaze, gripping the pillow tighter in my fists.

"You're not going anywhere. You belong right here, with me. What happened… it wasn't your fault. It was a forbidden sexual spell, used on slaves to keep them aroused for their masters."

His words shocked me.

"That woman… Adele's sister… She put something inside me—a weird black creature," I remembered, shivering.

That wretched woman had done something cruel to me.

"She’s dead now. But she left a bewitched "Aurum" butterfly inside your body. A female one. It’s still there."