The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 269

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Sigrid was desperate. There had to be a magical portal somewhere—in these walls, the ceiling…

“Damn it!” she exploded, filled with rage and helplessness.

Silas was strong, but she was still afraid. They never should have split up.

Suddenly, in the middle of her despair, a sharp pain shot through her chest, too intense to ignore.

She clutched her sternum.

Goddess, what the hell was this now?

Her mind was in chaos, her vision blurry as her hands frantically searched, feeling stone by stone, trying to find the magical opening.

She had to calm down. She blamed it on her frantic state. She was losing control.

Electra thrashed inside her prison, more deranged than ever, screaming to be set free.

“Not now, you crazy bitch!” she roared, locking her spirit down with everything she had.

She couldn’t afford to divide her power right now, weakening herself just to keep Electra at bay.

But Sigrid had forgotten she wasn’t alone in the room—someone else was there.

Someone who mattered very much to the body she was inhabiting.

Amid the chaos and the flames devouring everything in their path, a sudden, chilling sense of imminent danger made every hair on her body stand on end.

“AAAHHHH!”

A searing pain ripped through her as she looked down in disbelief— the tip of a dagger had pierced her chest.

Blood spilled, soaking her dress, painting it with a deep crimson stain.

Stunned, Sigrid turned to see the elemental trembling in front of her— naked, his skin covered in curses, strange tattoos marking his face, thick black veins bulging around his panicked eyes.

“I… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to…” he kept repeating in a loop.

Sigrid knew full well he hadn’t done it of his own will.

This was Lucrecia’s little trap, set for the moment she would lie with the slave.

She glanced at the bed, where the shackles had come undone on their own.

He had pulled the dagger from somewhere, and the moment she let her guard down, he had followed the command planted deep in his mind.

Rage and fury consumed her while he only sobbed, repeating that he hadn’t meant to.

He started screaming hysterically, clawing at his own face, digging bloody gashes into his skin, shrieking in agony, begging for death.

Sigrid seized him by the throat in an instant, lifting him into the air,

fire roaring inside her.

Electra called to him, demanded to be freed, to protect her soulmate.

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