The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 301

NARRATOR

Behind the balcony curtains, Gabrielle watched one of her dearest daughters.

She had cared for her so much, guiding her destiny to begin the salvation of this land that she had nearly destroyed through her own selfishness.

Her silver eyes glowed intensely, listening to every one of Valeria’s prayers.

An ethereal smile appeared on Gabrielle’s lips.

Her silhouette shimmered, hidden in the corner, before returning home.

Everyone was so distracted, no one had noticed that an unexpected guest had slipped into the castle.

Gabrielle leaned wearily against the doorframe, nearly collapsing.

But her tired eyes gazed toward Valeria with relief.

She wouldn’t mind lending her body a thousand times over if it meant helping her family.

Valeria, standing on the balcony with her eyes closed, never noticed when the clouds parted and a bright light bathed her.

The full moon seemed ready to embrace her at any moment.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up in awe.

Valeria knew—she knew with absolute certainty: her prayers had been heard.

*****

INSIDE THE HALL

Quinn arrived looking for his Selenia; something about her felt off. He found her leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Love, what’s wrong? Are you okay?" he rushed to her, gripping her shoulders to examine her.

"I just need to rest a little. Come, my lycan, let’s cuddle like old folks under the blankets," Gabrielle responded, smiling at him with love.

And to think she had almost lost this wonderful man because of her own stubbornness.

"That sounds like an excellent plan," Quinn replied, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple.

They disappeared down the hallway, heading to their chambers. The celebration carried on in the hall.

*****

Silas had gone to fetch a punch for Sigrid in the other room, where the barrels and tables of food were set up.

"Nmmm," he groaned when a searing pain struck him, forcing him to drop the cup, which shattered upon hitting the floor.

The drink spilled over the stone tiles from the still-open spigot.

His hand clutched his chest as sharp, unbearable pain threatened to pull him into unconsciousness, his legs nearly buckling beneath him.

It felt like his heart would explode into a thousand pieces, his veins swelling and pounding erratically.

He stumbled, crashing against a barrel, dizzy. The sensation was overwhelming, lethal… but just as quickly as it came, it vanished.

In mere seconds, it was gone. He was left panting, sweat beading his forehead, waiting for the pain to return at any moment.

He ran his magic through his body, searching for anything unusual. There was nothing… except he actually felt better than before.

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