The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 170

FLASHBACK FROM ZAREK'S PAST

ZAREK:

"Please, tell me you didn’t poop again," I look into her bright little eyes, and all that comes out of her tiny mouth are bubbles of saliva.

I lift her into my arms and cautiously sniff her diaper.

"Phew, I thought it was my turn again. Hold it in until your dad gets here, okay? Your uncle only likes you when you smell like a clean little baby," I cradle her in my arms and start pacing with her.

I can't help but smile; she's so adorable and reminds me so much of my sister when she was little.

"Dad has to deal with the poop, the sleepless nights, and in the future, fighting off suitors," Roger walks into the room, huffing, and I hand him his little daughter.

"Well, mom had to carry her for nine months and give birth to her. Isn't that enough?"

"Yeah, sure, always defending your sister. She’s not as saintly as you think, she..."

"AAAAHHH!"

Suddenly, a scream cuts through our conversation, and I rush to the adjoining room; that scream was my sister’s.

"Alana!" I burst into the room to find her crying, her terrified eyes locking onto mine.

I feel my heart freeze in my chest. No... this feels like déjà vu, just like years ago when I found my mother waking up from 'the call.'

"Alana, calm down, take it easy, little sister," I sit on the bed and hold her as her trembling hands clutch my arms tightly.

Her entire being is terrified, and I’m even more so because I know exactly what this means.

"I... I saw it, brother. I saw all the chaos, the prison door... it won’t hold. Mom’s power wasn’t enough," her frantic eyes, the same color as my mother Selenia’s, look straight into mine.

"The Goddess called me. She needs my help."

"NO!" I yell, startling her, shaking my head vehemently.

"But, baby... your mother was called too. How is this happening so soon?!" her mate rushes into the room, his face filled with desperation.

He runs to Alana, throwing himself onto the bed to hold her as she breaks down in sobs.

I get up and stand in a corner, clenching my fists and grinding my teeth so hard I feel them crack. I think I might go insane with rage.

I storm outside onto the balcony, facing the full moon in the sky.

"What do you want from us?! When will you stop tearing my family apart? How much longer do we have to pay for you creating us, damn you!" I scream at the Goddess, filled with resentment, while the wails of a baby echo through the night.

I collapse to my knees, unable to help it, powerless and consumed by rage, just like when my mother left a little girl in my care—the next Selenia for the throne.

Alana was the Queen of all lands, all races united under one rule, but the lycans always preferred to remain separate.

Viktor was their leader, and we were good friends. He always had my back, protecting Alana and keeping the other races in check.

I activated the portal I hadn't used in a long time, not even bothering to announce my arrival, and rushed through the dark corridors to the throne room.

However, before I reached it, the scent of sex, blood, and lust assaulted my nose. When I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, I froze in the doorway.

None of them noticed my presence; how could they when they were so lost in their orgy?

Naked bodies writhed in every corner of the room—on tables and chairs, scattered with remnants of food and spilled wine goblets.

The growls and cries, the moans and pleas, the sobs drilled into my ears as I made my way to the back, where the stairs led to Viktor’s throne.

I wasn’t innocent. I wasn’t shocked by the fact that they were fucking like animals; I had been part of orgies myself, lost in nights of sex with multiple women.

But the problem wasn’t what they were doing—it was who they were doing it with.

I looked toward the sturdy chair, where a blonde elemental woman was being ravaged savagely by Viktor.

She clung to the backrest, crying and pleading, while he pounded into her from behind like a beast consumed by lust.

Every single woman and man being forced here were elemental beings.