The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 3

VALERIA

I hear piercing screams, the sound of shattering glass, a savage roar, an Alpha's growls, struggling, and fighting.

Something hot splashes against my face and arms.

My claws shred, and my canines tear.

I can't stop. I can't. Rage consumes me from the inside, demanding release.

I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not conscious of myself.

All I know is that when I regain control of my body, the first thing I see is my blood-soaked hands.

I'm kneeling on the floor, everything around me drenched in red, wreckage, and pieces of what once was a powerful Alpha—Dorian.

What have I done? What in the name of the Goddess have I done?!

I stare at his severed head, lying just a meter away from me.

Those honey-colored eyes still stare back at me in frozen terror, and I feel bile rising in my throat.

I vomit to the side, unable to hold it back, disgusted by this scene of death and violence.

Did I do all this? There's no one else here.

I scan the area, not knowing where Sophia went.

The only thing I'm sure of is that someone was thrown through the shattered glass window, the jagged edges stained with blood.

I stand up on trembling legs, glance down, but all I see is the forest behind the house and bloodstains across the grass.

"Don't let her escape! Sophia, stop crying and tell me clearly what happened!" Voices shouted, hurried footsteps ascending the stairs.

It was my mother-in-law's voice.

I had to get out of here. I had killed the Alpha, and only a painful death awaited me.

Desperately, I looked down. It seemed I had thrown that wretch Sophia out the window.

I decided to jump out myself, from the second floor.

BAM!

The door burst open during my hesitation, and my eyes locked with Anaís, my mother-in-law, the former Luna—Dorian's mother.

I saw the shock, the pain, and the fury in her eyes as she took in the scene.

"You miserable bitch! You killed my son! You murdered my Dorian, you whore! Seize her! Restrain her! I'm going to tear her apart with my bare hands!"

She screamed, and the warriors behind her charged at me.

I jumped without thinking.

"Aaagghhh!" I groaned in pain as I crashed onto the grass, rolling over, but I forced my body to shift into my wolf form and ran with all the strength I had left.

I fled into the forest as fast as my weakened legs allowed, escaping death.

I don't know if it was adrenaline or sheer will to live, but I ran like a madwoman through unfamiliar lands and tangled woods.

Days passed that way, where I only stopped to rest when I was on the verge of collapse, drinking water from mountain streams and feeding on prey that somehow appeared dead before me.

Yes, yet another strange thing about my life.

The few times I dared to close my eyes, every time I woke up, a small dead animal lay in front of my muzzle.

I devoured them without knowing if they were poisonous or where they came from—I just needed energy.

All I could think about was surviving.

One night, I felt them again. I thought they had grown tired of chasing my trail, but that wasn’t the case.

The sound of multiple wolves' footsteps echoed not far away.

Desperation and exhaustion consumed me—I couldn't keep running forever.

I had been skirting the borders of various packs, trying not to get caught, but that wasn't a solution.

"She's just ahead! I can smell her! That damn bitch will pay for this!" I heard a snarl—already so close to my trail.

I could practically feel the danger breathing down my neck as I pushed my legs and lungs past their limit.

I was done. They were going to catch me after all this effort.

Then I lifted my blue eyes and saw them—above me, a flock of crows.

Cawing, circling over my wolf form, as if trying to lead me somewhere.

And for some reason, I followed them.

I followed their sign and ventured deeper into unfamiliar lands—into the forbidden forest where no one dared enter without an invitation.

But I had nothing left to lose.

If I was going to die, at least let it be quick and without torture.

That's how I crossed through the mist, leading me to the Golden Moon pack, the territory guarded by the Guardians—the land ruled by the Lycan King.

*****

I felt like no one was following me anymore.

I had no idea how far I had gone into Golden Moon territory, but suddenly, several powerful warriors blocked my path, surrounding me.

"Who are you, and why have you trespassed into our pack?" a massive gray wolf asked coldly, approaching me menacingly.

The black wolf I shifted into, so small and fragile, would be considered an Omega—the lowest rank in the pack, the weakest, often reduced to servitude.

That was why, when I became Luna, I had felt foolishly grateful to Dorian.

"I'm only seeking refuge to rest… I’m sorry for entering your forest. Just a few days, please… I only need a few days to recover and leave."

I pleaded, praying my pursuers wouldn't dare follow me here.

"Where do you come from? Speak! Why did you cross the Forbidden Forest? No one comes here for no reason! Tell the truth, or I'll rip your head off right now!"

He growled, shoving me with his shoulder. I let out a low whimper of pain, unable to resist.

Before he could take further action or carry out his threats, darkness consumed my vision, and I felt my body collapse unconscious to the ground.

Maybe this time, I wouldn't wake up again.