The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 250

SIGRID

"I see you've grown some sharp claws to speak to me with such arrogance," she said, stepping toward me, emerging from the darkness.

"What did Lucrecia Silver offer you to tempt you? Power? The throne? Don't tell me you betrayed me over a defective slave."

She stopped just a few feet away, her plump face contorted with rage, barely containing herself.

It seemed they hadn’t yet discovered that I was occupying her sister’s body. They only suspected a betrayal involving the Silvers.

"Fine, I’ll answer you. But first, I’m curious—why did you start suspecting me?"

"It was me," a voice behind me spoke.

I nearly laughed. Of course, I had sensed her, and of course, she would come forward to claim the credit.

"Oh, so this is a family reunion, then," I said, positioning myself between the two harpies.

"Don’t be so cynical, Electra! Morgana spoiled you too much! How could you align yourself with Lucrecia Silver?!"

Drusilla put on a performance, playing the devoted family member, when it was obvious she just wanted to get rid of her younger sister.

"The same way you deceived her with your failed pregnancies," I replied, tired of the theatrics. "Now tell me, how did you find me out?"

"I felt the connection with the baby, the one I ordered you to eliminate and who is still alive. Don’t twist things. Morgana already knows the truth about that matter."

So that was it. How could I have overlooked it?

"I started suspecting… Why did you deceive me? What did you do with the cursed baby? I watched you, and I discovered your betrayal with the Silvers!"

"Do you really believe that nonsense? You know very well she’s using you to get rid of me, don’t you?" I glanced at Morgana with sarcasm.

She returned my gaze, her mind full of hidden thoughts and plans.

She wasn’t an idiot. She knew exactly what Drusilla was scheming, but for now, it suited her to play along.

"Perhaps. But I’ll find out for myself. Come with me to my mansion."

"I'm not going anywhere," I said firmly.

"I’ll take you by force if I have to! Don’t play games with me, Electra!"

The talk was over. Her patience had run out.

She clapped her hands, and a wave of dark magic echoed through the room, sending gusts of wind that made the curtains billow and the chandelier above sway dangerously.

Runes and magical threads wove between her plump fingers. Shadows stretched and twisted from the corners of the room.

The chandelier flames flickered out, plunging us into total darkness.

But I could hear it—the scuttling of legs, the threads of magic intertwining in the shadows.

I lifted my head and saw them.

Enormous spiders. Hunting me.

Dozens of gleaming, eerie eyes fixated on me, poised to capture or rip me apart.

A twisted laugh slipped from my lips.

"Morgana, one of your best spells, little sister. Now I think I’m actually scared… Nah, just kidding."

I provoked her, and in less than a second, I heard the screeching of those giant tarantulas leaping toward me.

I summoned Electra’s magic, conjured my dark daggers, and began slashing at the first ones, always aiming for their bellies, slicing their legs, stabbing their eyes, striking their weakest points.

Every time I killed one, it weakened Morgana, but no matter how many of her horrid creations I destroyed, more kept appearing.

At the same time, I had to avoid the sticky silk threads forming deadly traps around me.

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