The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 255

SIGRID

I didn’t know what to say or do. A silent tear slipped from the corner of my eye as I stared up at the sky.

How did I not see it before?

Now, it felt so obvious.

The man who spoke so warmly behind me, who held me and whispered words of love in my ear—my mate—was the very man the world called a villain.

The most feared, the most ruthless and bloodthirsty.

It was incredible how history could be twisted by its victors.

"…But you can keep calling me Silas. Honestly, Umbros doesn’t feel familiar to me anymore. I don’t like it…"

"Don’t say it!" I turned suddenly, pressing my hands over his mouth. "Your name is Silas. You are my Silas. That name… don’t say it ever again!"

I shouted, trying not to break, as if merely avoiding the word could erase his fate—the destruction he was meant to bring.

"Sigrid, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

He gently pulled my hand away from his lips, his face etched with deep concern. His fingers brushed my tears away, but they wouldn’t stop falling.

I was drowning in the storm of my own emotions.

I threw my arms around him, holding him tight against my chest, desperate, wanting to tell him so many things—but how could I accuse him of a future he didn’t even know?

"Nothing. Nothing… I just suddenly felt afraid," I admitted, burying my face against his back, clinging to him. I had to pull myself together.

Even if I wanted to tell him the truth, I couldn’t.

Now I understood why this damn vow of silence prevented me from speaking clearly about the future or my mission here.

"I was afraid of losing you," I continued, forcing my voice to remain steady. "Now that you’re so powerful, many women will desire you. Maybe… maybe you won’t be satisfied with a half-blood Selenia anymore."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and blurted out the first foolish excuse that came to mind.

His cold fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. I wanted to avoid his gaze, to hide—but he wouldn’t let me.

His golden eyes burned, brilliant and unwavering.

I would give anything to keep them from darkening further. He said nothing for a few seconds, simply watching my tears.

His jaw clenched, muscles tense, his magic dangerously unstable.

I didn’t know if he believed me. Silas was a very intelligent man—observant and perceptive.

"That will never happen. Never." His voice was firm, unshakable. "I will always be with you, Sigrid. Always. My body and soul belong to you. Your mark is here…"

He took my hand and placed it over his powerful heart. Its strong, steady rhythm pounded beneath my trembling fingers.

"It’s carved deep into my very being. Don’t be afraid, my Selenia. I will protect you. I will protect our love."

His words completely disarmed me. Then, he lowered his head and kissed me—hungry, desperate, filled with passion.

My lips trembled, the salty taste of my tears mixing between us.

This man…

This was the man who would one day break free and slaughter my entire family—my mother, my father, my grandmother, my loved ones.

Silas lifted me effortlessly and sat down on the rooftop, not asking any more questions.

The dawn was nearly upon us. The end of this bloody night.

He stroked my waist slowly, holding me tightly against his body. I lay curled against him, my face buried in his neck, inhaling deeply.

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