The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 264

NARRATOR

Sigrid was incredibly tense, not because of the life-or-death battle ahead, but because she was worried about Silas’s emotions and murderous impulses.

Lucrecia couldn’t discover his power.

Silas himself—and his condition as a Selenia—were their greatest secret advantages.

The prelude to the party unfolded in the vast garden and open halls, adorned with lanterns and dim lights, where guests toasted, chatted, and exchanged suggestive glances.

Everyone was masked.

Some concealed their identities even more thoroughly.

They had come here with a purpose. Accepting the invitation meant they were willing to spend an evening indulging in sex and orgies.

This was only the warm-up. The real festivities would take place later inside the mansion, in the underground levels.

Or perhaps Lucrecia had something even more novel and thrilling prepared.

"We need to find a way for her to invite us to play with her in private. It’s our best chance to separate her from her guards and security," Alessandre whispered to Sigrid, who scanned the surroundings through the slits of her mask.

She nodded, considering how to lure the fly into her web.

So many people were here…

She imagined something more private.

This society of supernaturals was completely rotten.

"And don’t drink too much; all the beverages contain aphrodisiacs and stimulants."

"And you’re telling me this now?" Sigrid pulled the glass away from her lips, slightly annoyed.

She should have known nothing here would be normal.

"And also…"

"Now what?" She turned to give him a raised-brow glance. This party came with every kind of warning.

"Control your man, because I can practically feel a knife slicing my neck." He gave her a sarcastic look.

It was hard not to sense danger when waves of murderous intent radiated the moment he got within a few inches of Sigrid.

He understood. He didn’t like any man approaching Renata, but he couldn’t imagine how he would fake composure in front of Lucrecia.

Sigrid sighed and stepped away to talk to Silas.

"Is this how you plan to act in front of her? Silas, we’re going to get caught before we even start." She sighed, raising a hand to fix his slightly crooked mask.

Silas turned his face to the side, his cold lips pressing a kiss against the inside of her wrist.

"I don’t care about that woman. Honestly, now that she’s this close, I thought it would be unbearable, but… she’s simply irrelevant. She’s going to die today, no matter what." He stated coldly, opening his dark, disguised eyes and staring straight at Sigrid, just as intense as ever.

"But we have to play it smart, Silas. This is just an act, you know that, right? Alessandre has his partner, and I have mine. And that’s you."

Sigrid said, opening the large black feathered fan she held in her hand, covering both their faces.

She stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips, shielding them from prying eyes.

This scene wasn’t scandalous at all—far worse things were already happening among the shadows of the hedges and cypress trees.

Nor was it shocking that Alessandre, supposedly her “fiancé,” was just a few meters away, drinking and talking to others, even groping a slave beside him.

Exclusivity wasn’t practiced here. It was normal for couples to share slaves—and even non-slaves.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to my humble gathering. I hope everyone finds exactly what they came for."

Lucrecia’s melodic voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone turned to see her standing on the terrace, descending the wide marble staircase into the garden.

Dressed splendidly, she was beautiful—the beauty of a ripe apple, tempting and luscious, yet rotten with worms inside.

"The first event will be called ‘Secret Encounters in the Labyrinth,’" she announced mysteriously, followed by lewd, lustful giggles.

"There will be little surprises left throughout, and of course, the chance to be my special guest. Entertain me, and may the best win!"

"What the hell does that mean?" Sigrid whispered, bile rising in her throat.

"She loves to watch," Silas murmured, his eyes fixed on the staircase.

Sigrid immediately moved in front of his gaze, grasping his chin.

"Eyes on me, always on me. Don’t let it get to you. Stay calm."

She always feared Silas’s reaction, no matter how many times he assured her he was fine.

Especially when she glanced among the guests and saw Lucrecia weaving her way through the crowd—heading straight for them.

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