The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 254

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A thick black mist surrounded the entire building, like a massive dome—nothing could be seen beyond it.

She stretched her hand into the air, but even her own fingers disappeared into the overwhelming darkness.

She thought this must be Alessandre’s famous shield, meaning he had come after all. He must have stayed hidden in the forest, watching, learning, and growing more astonished by the minute.

"I created it to protect you. No one could sense your Selenia power." Silas confessed, catching her off guard.

"Was it really you?"

"Yes. I will always protect my lady," he declared, puffing out his chest. "You don’t need anyone else."

Sigrid smiled, her heart fluttering with warmth.

Now she understood why her mother’s eyes always gleamed whenever her father displayed his possessive, caveman-like nature.

"Wow, my Silas has become so capable. So intelligent and reliable." She reached up and stroked the light stubble on his jaw, watching those golden eyes gleam with satisfaction.

And then, suddenly, his lips were on hers.

The tip of his tongue slowly, deliciously, traced her lower lip before capturing it between his teeth, sucking it gently.

Desire blazed between them, their bodies remembering, their minds vibrating with echoes of the night they had shared.

"I’ve been very good. What reward will my lady give me?" Silas teased, panting against her lips, his magic slipping beneath her neckline and under her skirt like shameless hands, caressing, seeking.

Selenia wanted to tell him he didn’t need to call her lady anymore. It was obvious he wasn’t her slave. But this depraved little game… they both loved it.

Sigrid knew he did it to show her his complete surrender.

"What reward do you want?" She lifted her chin defiantly, playing the role of the wicked witch.

But when he licked his lips and gazed at hers with such scorching intensity, she nearly moaned on the spot.

Goddess… could Electra still be in heat after all those perverted spells she stuffed into her body?

"You know exactly what I want." Silas leaned in, their noses brushing. "When this is all over, I want to make love to you again. My soul misses you too much."

What could she possibly say to such an enticing proposal? Refuse? Not a chance.

Luckily, he didn’t wait for an answer.

Lifting his hand, he waved it through the air, and the misty shield began to dissipate.

Massive wings unfurled behind him as he grabbed Sigrid firmly by the waist, pulling her close.

Then, he took off. Silas soared into the sky, looking magnificent, powerful—breathtaking.

Sigrid couldn’t take her eyes off him as she clung to his body.

His magic had a spicy, intoxicating scent, tingling against her skin, calling to her own. It was commanding, dominant—now stronger than ever—yet also filled with deep emotions for her.

Far below, the city’s houses passed beneath them, their rooftops mere specks from this height.

The night breeze kissed her face, her hair and clothes dancing in the wind.

Above them, the moon shone brightly, lighting their path toward the walls of the stronghold.

"Goddess, what kind of twisted game are you playing with me, with my fate?" She wondered silently, glancing at the striking man beside her.

«Save a broken, beautiful man… and change the future»

His unyielding spirit, his dark power, honed through blood and pain.

The master of specters. His past, steeped in slavery and hatred—every piece of the puzzle was falling into place.

But then… how could she explain her attraction to the other slave?

That was what had led her to take him as her target.

"Maybe…" Sigrid recalled the sensations from that moment—the one who seemed unsettled was Electra.

Could that slave be Electra’s magical mate?

It seemed like the most logical explanation, though everything was still speculation.

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