The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 92

VALERIA

"What... what are you doing? I’ll scream..." Her pupils dilated with fear, and her heart pounded wildly.

"And after seeing me, after witnessing what I become, how dare you have the audacity to blackmail me, you miserable old hag? Do you want to end up like your son?"

My rough voice growled close to her, the dark energy inside me surging, the urge to kill rising again.

But I couldn’t do it here; everyone would find out, and she knew that too.

"If anything happens to me, someone else will show the King. You’ll be finished, Valeria! Don’t take the boy, but my position as Alpha—you need to secure it for me! My son died because of you, and now the other warriors are threatening to take his place!" she stammered, trembling all over.

"Think about your comfortable Queen’s throne. It wouldn’t be wise for me to expose you. This way, we both win, and I’ll forget you exist, forget the past..."

Knock, knock, knock.

"Valeria, is something wrong? You’re taking too long," Celine’s voice interrupted us.

"Think about it, Valeria. It’s a win-win. Let’s bury the past. It’s just a little favor—it won’t cost you anything," she said, clutching my hand as if to make me let go.

I released her, and she immediately opened the door and ran out, terrified.

"What’s going on?" Celine frowned when she saw me exiting the bathroom, wiping myself off with a damp towel.

"That woman is blackmailing me. She has proof of what I am."

"What?! I’ll tell Quinn to capture her. We have to kill her," she said, alarmed.

"She claims to have an accomplice or several. I don’t know. The point is, if I don’t do what she asks, they’ll hand the evidence to Aldric," I said as we started walking toward the exit.

The Alpha’s house was half-empty. I could hear the voices of women in the kitchen, washing up after dinner and chatting.

"Damn it, explain more. Maybe we can find a way to threaten her ourselves. Quinn, we’ve got a problem..." she said to her brother as we stepped onto the porch, recounting the issue.

"Valeria, tell us—what evidence does she have?"

"I need... I need to walk for a bit. Please, let me think. My head is about to explode, okay? I’ll explain on the way," I said, starting to wander aimlessly. They followed silently as I summarized what had happened in the past.

They stayed quiet, likely processing the string of misfortunes in my life, pitying me, feeling sorry for me.

I looked up at the moon above me.

Goddess, I’m so tired—tired of lying, of being afraid, of hiding. This isn’t living.

I didn’t know how long I walked, but I arrived somewhere, and when I looked up, my soul shattered completely.