The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 263

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Silas froze. He wasn’t fond of physical contact unless it was with Sigrid, but he endured the embrace stoically and didn’t act rudely.

Despite the awkward moments, that afternoon, Silas reclaimed a small piece of his family. Still, deep inside, the only family he truly acknowledged was the woman by his side.

All the love in his heart was for her. Everything else had withered away.

Seizing a moment alone while his aunt dragged Sigrid to the kitchen to help with the afternoon tea, Silas approached the baby in the crib.

The dark tattoos no longer stayed confined to the child’s face—they were creeping, slowly consuming his tiny body.

Silas extended two fingers, placing them on the baby’s forehead. Instantly, the dark magic writhed, resisting, fighting against being expelled.

The baby let out a cry of pain.

That malignant energy refused to leave, but Silas’s power commanded it to obey a new master.

Sigrid cast an illusion to deceive the aunt so she wouldn’t hear the child’s cries. She could feel exactly what her mate was doing.

At last, a bubbling black mist oozed from the baby’s forehead, hesitating before being absorbed beneath Silas’s nails. Within his body, the energy was no longer a threat.

The baby immediately stopped crying and drifted into the deepest sleep he had known since birth.

The dark tattoos faded away, leaving only smooth, rosy skin behind.

This child was no longer cursed with dark magic. He would live a long life, just like any other elemental.

“We’re leaving. Thank you.”

“But… wait! I made cookies and tea…! Your uncle hasn’t even returned from the fields yet!” The woman called after them as she watched them leave so abruptly.

She had wanted more time with the nephew she had miraculously recovered, to talk, to let her husband see that he was alive and well.

“We’ll visit another day!” Sigrid waved as she was dragged down the street by her rude silver-haired companion.

His social skills were a disaster, but this time, she understood why he did it.

When his aunt closed the door—hesitant, saddened—she stepped toward the crib to check on the baby. The poor thing was always restless, but now, he had been quiet for a while.

CRACK!

The tray fell to the floor, sending everything scattering across the rug.

She clapped her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming, tears spilling as she stared at the now-healed baby—a miracle. And she knew very well where that miracle had come from.

Still, just as she had protected this child in silence, she would protect her nephew as well, no matter what he was.

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“Were you able to cure him?” Sigrid asked eagerly as they climbed the hillside.

“If I say yes, do I get a reward?” Silas leaned toward her, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Rewards, rewards! You only know how to ask and ask! Where’s my quiet, serious slave? I’ve been swindled!” She laughed and playfully threw acorns at him.

Silas dodged her attacks, grinning, before grabbing her and pulling her against him, pressing a kiss to her lips beneath the golden afternoon sun—warm, beautiful, free.

“Let’s hurry back before Grandma Mel wakes up.” Sigrid kissed his nose, staring at him in fascination as he practically glowed with light.

“That old witch. She wanted me to sleep in the barn, away from you. She’s insane.” Silas huffed, hauling the bundle of herbs over his back and carrying his Selenia in his arms—refusing to set her down.

Sigrid rested her head on his shoulder. She knew this happiness wouldn’t last forever.

That night, they snuck away to visit their abandoned estate. She needed to appoint an administrator for the lands—someone had to manage its affairs.

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