The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 67

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He screams at me, and it's terrifying to see Edward's distorted features twisted into cruel, adult expressions.

I reach into my neckline and pull out the star, its sharp tips stained red with my blood.

He extends his small hand and steps closer. I stretch mine too, trembling.

Something screams inside me that he must not have it, that I've already revealed too much.

My mind races frantically, trying not to look behind him so I don't give away Celine, who is slowly approaching. I tighten my grip on the relic, the metal shimmering like moonlight.

Just before it falls into his grasp, he tenses and suddenly spins around to face the ambush from the Alpha.

Dark shadows project from the boy’s small body as he now battles Celine.

"So, you managed to defeat my sentinel. You're quite a girl full of secrets... I wonder what Aldric Throne would say about this," he mocks.

I watch in horror as sharp claws grow from Edward's hands, his speed almost impossible to track with the naked eye, and a veil of darkness wraps around his skin.

What kind of dark spell is this?

Celine seems strange too.

I thought she would shift into a wolf, but instead, her eyes have turned blood red, bulging veins appearing around them, and she hisses with long, sharp fangs exposed in her mouth.

"NOOO!" I scream in fear when Celine's claws slash Edward's arm.

That damn vampire was fighting with the boy's body without a shred of conscience, not caring about the massacre because it wasn’t his flesh suffering.

I had to do something!

Celine wasn’t winning, and I could feel the shadows around us twisting and shifting in the corners—more danger closing in!

I looked at the sacred relic, soaked in my blood. I don’t know what madness I was thinking, but light had always driven out darkness.

I had learned to trust my instincts, to stop resisting my oddities.

Without thinking or overanalyzing, I ran toward the fight.

“Celine, be ready!” I shouted in her mind while raising the star in my hand and driving my arm down to stab Edward’s shoulder in a sneak attack.

I felt sorry for the pup, but it had to be done.

A blood-curdling scream tore from his lips as the dark energy surrounding his body began to unravel.

I pulled him against my chest, clutching his small frame as Celine grabbed the shadowy figure of a man and wrenched it from him, like a macabre exorcism.

I hit the ground hard, my head slamming against the stone floor, hissing in pain, but nothing mattered more than the stiff body in my arms.

"Edward, hold on! Stay with me, little one!" I lifted him and carried him to a corner, away from the danger.

"Edward..." My trembling hands brushed his pale face.

His breathing was barely there, and blood dripped from his lips.

The coldness radiating from his skin pierced my bones, sinking deep into my soul.

He was dying.