The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 310

KATHERINE

“Yes, Your Lordship,” the butler said as he exited, closing the door behind him.

Left alone with him, my heart, for some reason, started to race slightly.

Even more so when I saw him stand and walk toward the window, where a selection of liquor sat on a small table.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, no, Duke. I came to talk to you about our daughter,” I went straight to the point.

“Our daughter?” He turned with his glass in hand, raising a sarcastic eyebrow. “There’s no one else here, Rossella. You don’t have to pretend.”

I clenched my fists, sighing. It was true—he had only ever raised a child forced upon him.

“Fine, my daughter,” I corrected coldly. “And precisely because she is only mine, I believe I have the right to choose who takes care of her and who doesn’t. I don’t like her nanny. I threw her out of the castle.”

“Mrs. Elena has cared for her since she was a baby. Lavinia is very fond of her. You can’t just dismiss an honest woman for no reason…”

“Honest? Do you even know what she was telling the girl while bathing her?”

I took a step forward, indignant, and started recounting everything I had overheard.

“Theodore?” he asked with a frown. I knew even he saw the threat in that woman’s words.

“Yes, yes, Theodore,” I muttered under my breath, hoping he wouldn’t ask.

I had no idea who that boy was—Rossella never told me.

“You remember Theodore, don’t you?” he suddenly questioned.

A cold sweat broke out on my upper lip as my nerves spiked. My mind worked at full speed.

“Of course, of course, that lively boy,” I answered, quickly averting my gaze.

I moved closer to his desk, pretending to straighten some papers, pushing them around with my fingers.

"Please, don’t ask more about that damn Theodore."

“You would call a fourteen-year-old a ‘boy’?” His voice came from dangerously close to my ear, too close, and that overpowering bergamot cologne invaded my senses.

The heat from his chest burned against my shoulder.

“Well, fourteen isn’t that old, that’s why I said boy. But for him to be playing with a ten-year-old… it’s not appropriate if he has bad int—”

Strong fingers gripped my chin. I gasped in shock as he tilted my face up. The Duke leaned over me, his face mere inches from mine.

He scrutinized me, and I swore his blue eyes narrowed into slits, like a beast lurking beneath their depths.

He inhaled deeply, as if he were trying to absorb my scent.

I had even put on that sickly sweet perfume my sister used, just in case.

His large, imposing frame loomed over me, pinning me against the desk.

“Y-Your Lordship, w-what’s happening?” I stammered, nervous.

“You’ve changed,” he said in a low, guttural voice, and I froze.

“What game are you playing, Rossella? What happened on your trip that made you seem like a completely different person?”

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