The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 165

NARRATOR

The darkness, swirling like dust carried by the wind, stretched out like a hand, gently caressing the tears on her cheek.

“Come to me, love, don’t be afraid. Move forward, Celine,” she thought she heard, and at last, she took the first step, then the second, and the third—finally stepping into the territory under the vampire prince's control.

Always clinging to her like a parasite, Merkall followed closely, ensuring his spell remained active within Celine at all times.

Zarek might be powerful, but he had seized his greatest weakness.

They walked down a narrow, dark hallway.

Celine’s vampiric eyes worked at their fullest capacity, scanning her surroundings.

She had killed her supposed mate with her own hands and hadn’t cared in the slightest.

When the sorcerer’s command had invaded her mind, she simply couldn’t resist it, just like when he told Dante he had to enter the castle alone. It was as if she were screaming inside her own head, begging her body to respond, yet it only obeyed Merkall’s commands.

No matter that she had finally realized she was being manipulated—she couldn’t break free.

At least, since she had passed through the dark mist, the tormenting pain in her mind and chest had vanished, leaving only confusion and exhaustion.

Her wolf now seemed to be dozing peacefully in the depths of her consciousness, as if recovering.

Celine didn’t understand anything, just as she hadn’t from the very beginning.

She walked like an automaton through the dark corridors, passing through vast rooms filled with dust and the scent of dampness, the furniture covered in sheets that had once been white.

It seemed like an abandoned wing of the castle. Soon, they arrived at a massive door several meters tall, crafted from dark ebony and finely carved with flowers and vines across the wood.

It creaked open slowly, and Celine swallowed hard, her heart pounding wildly as that comforting scent filled her lungs.

She took a step forward, but a rough hand grabbed her arm.

“Listen carefully—how you behave in there will determine whether you live or die. Remember, I can make your veins explode in a second, so don’t even think about resisting,” Merkall whispered to her. “Keep what I gave you close, in case you need to use it.”

He had already sensed changes in Celine’s mind, her resistance to breaking free.

The girl had a strong spirit—few even realized when he controlled them. However, she could do nothing; he had full confidence in his most powerful spell.

“Move,” he pushed her forward, and they finally stepped into the enchanted chamber that housed the heart of the castle.

Those two intruders—who he now approached slowly, descending the stairs—would be destroyed beneath his fangs, though in very different ways.

The damned sorcerer would have his mind and body torn apart, shredded in ways that would make him beg for death.

And the other, his beautiful prey who tempted him with her intoxicating scent, her presence, every inch of her delicious body... she was the one he would savor the most. He would devour her piece by piece, inch by inch.

Celine suddenly felt waves of heat flood through her core.

“Prince Zarek, I command you to surrender control of the castle to me!” Merkall found courage he didn’t know he had, shouting as he pressed a dagger to Celine’s neck.

Even though his soul was already trembling before the presence of this ancient being, he still clung to the belief that this was just an illusion.

Zarek’s real body should still be chained deep within the dungeons... right?

“Well, since you have my mate as your hostage, I have no choice but to comply with your wishes. Gabrielle!” Zarek’s implacable voice echoed through the hall.

From the entrance, the last Selenia Queen stepped forward.

With all the pieces gathered, the power of the vampire prince Zarek would soon change owners... or perhaps... rather, to an owner.