The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 198

198. LUCRECIA SILVER

SIGRID

"Sold! This magnificent slave now belongs to Lady Lucrecia Silver!

Tlooked down, sighing heavily at the man who was now in the worst place imaginable.

“Ym leaving, my lady," Silas murmured, pulling my aItention back to him—only then did I realize how close we were.

I immediately stepped back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable

"Fine. Just don’t do anything reckless, please. Remember—I won’t fall for your sake. If you screw up even aliItle, I can kill you with a snap of my fingers."

I threw in that last threat, afraid he might march straight toward

Lucrecia to aItack her.

It would be like sending a pup to kill an adult lycan.

I watched him walk out, the darkness around him swirling like a living thing. I had noticed it—his eye wasn’t just burned, it was cursed.

Later, once I had earned his trust, I needed to ask exactly what that dark energy coursing through his veins was.

He was an elemental—he shouldn’t be like this.

I sank back into my seat. I had lost everything —the runes, and the man I was meant to save.

This was a disaster.

However, just as I was about to leave, I noticed that bidder 67—the one who had taken the runes from me—was now desperately bidding on another item.

I gambled everything on it and won the Pearls of Longing. They were useless to me, but I hoped they were valuable enough to use as leverage in a negotiation with the person in booth 67.

“Madam, if you’d follow me, you may collect your item."

At the end of the event, one of the aItendants led me toward the storage area

‘We descended a narrow staircase, and he unlocked the heavy steel doors with a spell. Inside, several people were already present.

"Please wait a moment until iI's your turn. We have many items to distribute."

“I understand," I replied coldly, my gaze sweeping toward the two small desks at the far end, where winners were being called forward to claim their purchases.

‘The space was enormous, packed with guests crowding around the desks, while the area beyond was clearer—filled with crates, some massive, forming a maze of corridors.

My instincts pushed me forward, slipping into the shadows, weaving between the stacks. The murmurs grew distant.

And then—I saw him.

In the far corner, he was still there. The elemental man, still bound.

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