The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 259

SIGRID

The narrow black iron bed, wooden walls, the ceiling with slightly neglected beams, the old armchair by the window, and a few wooden trunks in the corner.

Everything looks worn down, broken—but not dirty, not unpleasant.

“I remembered my parents' cabin. Last night, I brought you here. It's a place I've always wanted to return to,” he confessed, and my heart squeezed at his words.

He hasn’t outright said it, but I think his parents are dead. Maybe they died trying to save him when he was taken. Maybe they couldn’t bear the pain of losing him. I don’t know, and I don’t want to rip open those wounds.

“Did you spend the whole night cleaning? If it was abandoned, where the hell did you get these sheets?” I frowned, suddenly realizing something obvious.

“Well… no one was here. I— I didn’t even think about it. I just needed to rest with you. My mind was… troubled,” he admitted, sitting up, his gaze sweeping over the details of the room.

“Silas, how could you think nothing would change after so long? Goddess, it’s obvious someone lives here…” I scrambled to get up and get dressed in a hurry.

Shit! We broke into someone’s home!

And I was moaning like a bitch in heat! All the filthy things we did in this bed—!

BAM!

I jumped at the loud thud outside, followed by a muttered curse and the creak of the old front door opening.

Silas and I locked eyes—mine panicked, his completely unfazed.

Aaahhh! I want to scream in his expressionless face!

How the hell can you be so calm?!

In my frantic rush to get up, I tangled myself in the sheets and nearly face-planted on the floor.

Strong hands caught me by the waist.

“Careful. Don’t panic. I’ll go out first,” he murmured. “Take your time getting dressed.”

I nodded like a damn chicken pecking at corn, turning just in time to watch him stand gloriously naked—a sight for my perverted eyes if I weren’t so anxious.

That dark mist wrapped around his body again, forming a layer of shadow-clad clothing over his skin.

Incredible. I’ve never even thought of using magic that way.

He glanced at me once more—I was clutching my breasts, my gaze flicking between him and the door, expecting someone to burst in and catch us at any second.

“Everything will be fine. Trust me,” he reassured before stepping through the creaking old door.

I darted to the chair where all my clothes were neatly folded, quickly wiping between my legs with a handkerchief from my inner pocket.

Jumping on one foot, I shoved on my boots, dressing myself as decently as possible.

Then, my eyes landed on the bed. Goddess. How the hell do I hide the white stains of semen?! There’s so much of it!

And the bloodstains—impossible to clean right now!

I snatched up the sheets, balling them up. I didn’t know if I should swallow them whole or shove them up my ass to hide the evidence.

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