The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 80

THE VAMPIRE KING

Blood splattered on the floor as muffled sounds of attempts to speak filled the room.

His eyes stared at me, full of disbelief.

“To be my General, you need balls, which you clearly lack. I don’t need a cowardly, slippery vermin by my side. Die happy knowing you served me,”

I said with disdain, continuing my path toward that damned prophetic witch.

She told me there was a woman who could read the Altars, but she never warned me it was the daughter of Gabrielle, the former Queen I once served as General and right-hand man.

How could that damned baby have survived all this time?

I didn’t nourish her with the powerful blood her mother left behind before sacrificing herself to seal the Lunar Gate, imprisoning the King of the Specters.

I was the one who plunged the dagger into her tiny chest and threw her into that deep abyss.

How many lives does that creature have? What kind of magic protected her from death?

The descendants of Juno are a pain in the ass, all pretending to be heroines, wanting to bring peace among the creatures of the night. I will not bow to that mangy Lycan King—no one will take my throne!

BAM!

I slammed the sanctuary door open, where that trick-filled witch awaited.

“Right now, you’re going to get every bit of information you can about the Lycan King’s maiden. Locate our spies and pass on my orders. If you mess up again, I’ll rip your heart out with my bare hands, you wretched hag!”

*****

QUINN

We ran swiftly through the foggy forest, shrouded in darkness.

Celine carried Valeria on her back. It would have been safer for me to carry her, but I understood the barriers she put up.

It was obvious she had already given her heart to Aldric.

They shared a special bond, and I was just the outsider.

Besides, I was starting to suspect something about Valeria’s origins, though I didn’t say anything to avoid further confusion.

Once, I saw a painting of the monarch of the Dark Realm, now ruled by the Vampire King.

I was struck by the beauty of that woman; I could never forget her. And Valeria—she reminded me so much of her. Gabrielle, the Merciful.

“Quinn, focus. We’re almost there, and this forest is treacherous, especially at night,” Celine’s words snapped me out of my thoughts.

I nodded, refocusing on what mattered.

The mist swirled around our paws as we advanced.

The moon shone through the twisted branches of the dark trees, but even with our enhanced sight, it was difficult to find the path.

We reached a rugged spot, a small hill with a lone tree at its peak.

Embedded in the tree’s trunk was what looked like an ancient astronomical clock.

Valeria slid off Celine’s back, and I stayed alert, scanning the ominous forest in every direction.