The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 64

VALERIA

I fell asleep a little longer.

However, even though the King told me to rest all day, I'm not the type to spend so many hours in bed.

I walked to the bathroom to wash up, feeling the ache in my sore muscles from all the physical activity.

My thighs were sensitive, and my intimate parts—well, even more so.

Yet, I found myself smiling foolishly in front of the mirror, blushing and satisfied as I traced my fingers over the scars on my face and my swollen lips.

I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination, but they seemed less marked, less ugly. It had to be his delicious blood, the one I couldn't get enough of.

I felt sexy and desired, noticing how the marks of his hands were already fading from my skin.

That lycan made me feel alive, like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I got dressed and decided to visit little Edward and head down to find Celine, the Guardian Quinn's sister.

The whole note incident wasn't very smart, so even if we don't get along, I have no choice but to trust her if I want to share what I found.

PAF!

I heard the sound of a slap and something falling to the floor just as I was about to knock on the child's door.

Through the crack, hateful words from his mother escaped into the hallway.

"Don't pretend all of a sudden! What are you trying to pull? Isn't it enough playing with our sanity every day? What do you want, for the King to execute us all, you damn brat?"

"Mama, don't hit me... uuuwww... why don't you love me? Why do you only care about my brother? I'm your little boy, mama, I'm Edward... aahh..."

Edward's sobs mixed with the Luna's hateful words.

I clenched my fists in rage and knocked forcefully, interrupting the exchange inside.

She immediately opened the door and looked startled when she saw me—I can imagine the furious expression I must've had.

"I came to ask for permission to take little Edward for a walk. Will his caring mother allow me?" I asked, trying not to let sarcasm drip from my voice. After all, it was a family matter, and I was still an outsider.

"Do whatever you want," she replied with a frown, then passed me, leaning closer to whisper in a low voice, almost a hiss:

"Be careful, Miss. Nothing here is what it seems. Your kindness could lead you to a tragic end."

I stared at her, not fully understanding, but she continued down the hall.