The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 288

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They laughed and cried; they looked like two crazed lovers who had missed each other for an eternity.

"I… this is my true form, I am… I am like this," Sigrid whispered against his lips, her cheeks flushed.

She could no longer hide behind Electra’s body; now, she was completely herself, in body and soul.

"I know… I dreamed of you so many times, and none of them did you justice. Nothing does justice to your beauty. You are… simply perfect," Silas traced her full lower lip with his finger, swallowing hard as desire rekindled in his body.

His eager eyes roamed her delicate features, her porcelain-like skin, her expressive, luminous eyes.

His hands caressed her smooth back, gripped her narrow waist, pulling her against him, feeling her curves, aching to touch her skin beneath the armor.

Their gazes locked, charged with passion, their breaths tangled.

Sigrid felt slightly embarrassed; Silas, on the other hand, could only think about kissing her, about claiming her as his, never letting her go again.

They forgot about the war and the battle raging outside the enclosed space created by their magic.

They forgot… about a massive lycan who was practically breathing fire like a dragon.

Silas lowered his head, ready to taste those sweet lips again, when suddenly a dull impact struck against the magical barrier, like a giant egg surrounding them, now trembling.

"They’re attacking us, Sigrid…!"

"No!" Sigrid grabbed him, guessing his intentions.

Silas had now switched into full protective, possessive mode, but she had a pretty good idea who was causing the commotion.

BOOM! BOOM!

Two more impacts slammed against the barrier, followed by a deafening roar from an enraged lycan outside.

"Stop your specters, Silas. Look at me, my love," she cupped his face in her hands. "Silas, that’s my people. That lycan roaring like a madman… he’s my father."

Sigrid said it with an awkward smile, slightly embarrassed, but she would be even more so when she faced what was coming next.

She had forgotten how possessive her beloved lycan was—and now she also had a mate even more toxic than the acid rain that was finally ceasing outside.

"Your father…?" Silas repeated, frowning. "Is that the powerful lycan I fought?"

She nodded, sighing.

"He’s throwing my specters like ragdolls against our magic…" Silas raised an eyebrow, seeing his minions outside, flying through the air from the claws of a hellish beast.

"SIGRID, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! YOU HAVE TWO DAMN SECONDS TO COME OUT!"

Selenia jolted at Aldric’s roar.

It felt like getting caught red-handed as a child doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

Meanwhile, across the entire battlefield, in an instant, claws, fangs, spears, shields—all attacks and defenses—collided against the dark mist, which suddenly dissipated.

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