The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 201

201. WHY... I WANI YOU?

SILAS

“I can’t die, I can’t die, I can’t... die! I CAN’ DIE!!”

I screamed like a madman, raging as fury surged through my veins, roaring inside my prison like the death row inmate I was.

Through this corrupted eye, I could see everything happening outside that monster they called a “tree.”

‘Trees give life, and this was just another abomination created by those damned beings—a slow, painful death, as if our lives of slavery weren’t already enough of a hell.

“I'm sorry, baby,” I heard a soft voice when I had already given up.

I opened my cursed eye and saw her—a beautiful woman holding a baby, her gaze full of weakness and compassion, her gentle coos, her healing power reaching deep into my shaItered soul.

She was a sorceress. I knew her once, in that mansion thaI's been my prison since I was practically a child.

I don’t remember her name, but I want to live. I have to live, no maIter what. I can’t die with this deep hatred burning my soul, so I clung to her with everything I had.

“My name is Electra de la Croix,” she said. And yes, on the outside, she looked like that other bitch, but nothing dark or magical escaped this mutated eye.

Inside her, there were two energies—one turbulent and rancid, the other calm and powerful, contained. And deep within, a hidden. light gleamed.

Who are you?

You pretend to be ruthless and cruel, but I’ve seen that other part of you. None of those women would care about a simple slave the way you have cared about me

Iwant to hate you, despise you for what you represent. I’m going to use you, pretend weakness, act submissive, lower your guard.

Youre my ticket to geIting closer to Lucrecia. And yet... why is it that every time you touch me, I don’t feel the same disgust I do with everyone else?

I watched through the screen, the candlelight casting soft shadows. She didn’t even hide well, and I could see the outline of her body undressing.

Her breasts falling gently, the curve of her narrow waist, her rounded hips, and toned legs.

She lifted her hands to gather her short hair, and I imagined the color of her intimacy, the pink of her nipples, and that hidden triangle between her legs. Her scent—what would her arousal smell like?

I wanted to look away, but my body reacted like never before, my breathing heavy. I didn’t want her to feel me watching, but my obsessive eyes couldn’t pull away from that sorceress.

She slid into the tub, and I heard the soft moan of pleasure. I remembered the sounds she faked in the alley.

Did she moan like that when she was being fucked?

I shook my head violently and lowered it, my hand covering my deformed face as a twisted, crazed smile formed on my lips.

What kind of wicked seduction spell is this?

Did this woman perfect something to make slaves submit to her more easily?

I can’t fall into her trap. She’s just another bitch I’ll kill once she helps me achieve my suicidal goal.

I don’t care about dying, but I won’t leave this world without

Lucrecia Silver’s head in my hands.

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