The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 316

KATHERINE

I stepped out in a simple, comfortable dress for the long journey.

Adjusting my gloves, I let the housekeeper help me into the spacious carriage, explaining a few things along the way.

"Have a safe journey, Duchess," she said at last. I thanked her and slid to the side of the plush seat, leaving space for the Duke.

The interior was lined with green damask featuring silver patterns—elegant and beautiful.

Under the facing seats, there were locked compartments. The housekeeper mentioned they contained provisions for the trip.

The luxury was obvious, but of course, this was the carriage of the lord and master of these lands.

Speaking of the Duke—I waited and waited, but nothing.

The carriage door was closed, the structure shuddered as the coachman took his seat, followed by the crack of the whip and his shout to the horses.

I immediately leaned toward the small window, pulling the curtain aside. That’s when I saw him.

The Duke was riding that beautiful white horse from last night, surrounded by a group of men who looked like our guards.

Not many—maybe ten at most.

I let out a sharp breath and snapped the curtain shut. So much for getting closer to him.

This man avoided me like the plague.

Each day, I grew more convinced that I’d have to risk going along with Nana’s plan. It seemed like the only way.

The journey continued without delay. Drowsiness crept in, boredom settling in with the constant rocking. I should have brought a book.

At some point, I drifted off, only to be jolted awake when the carriage hit a pothole before coming to a stop.

I dared to open the door, needing to stretch my legs and get some fresh air. As soon as I set one foot outside, a shadow loomed over me.

My eyes traveled upward, locking onto the Duke’s piercing blue gaze.

"We’re stopping at one of the silos on the map. I need you to come with me for the inspection. It’s just observation," he said, his voice gruff.

His eyes wandered over my face.

I nodded and leaned forward to step out of the carriage. I heard him clear his throat in irritation. Now what?

With a powerful motion, he dismounted from his horse.

"You couldn’t have worn something more… covering? We’re about to visit rough field workers," he muttered, frowning as he stepped closer.

"Covering? I’m wearing one of the plainest, most modest dresses in my wardrobe," I replied, glancing down.

Alright, so maybe my cleavage was a bit visible, but it wasn’t like I could hide my two friends.

Sorry, but this is what it is, and my sister’s dresses always fit a little too tight in that area.

"Don’t stray from my side. Understood?" He took a step forward, lowering his voice to a near growl.

"You’re the only one avoiding me, dear husband. I, on the other hand, love being by your side," I shot back, stepping toward him, switching to offense.

His jaw clenched, the storm in his blue eyes swirling.

I expected him to throw some sharp remark, but instead, his gaze dropped to my neckline again. I could swear he let out a low growl before abruptly turning and walking away.

Who even understands this man? Do you like what you see or not?

*****

Following the Duke, we entered a small settlement of laborers.

Rustic wooden houses with thatched roofs stood in neat rows, typically used for workers during harvest season.

"Your Lordships, it is an honor for us that you have come personally to this humble place," greeted a stout man with a graying mustache, balding head, and small glasses perched on his nose.

He must be the administrator of this area.

"Mr. Philip, I don’t have much time. Take me to the silo and show me the account book," the Duke cut straight to the point, as always.

The man tried to remain composed, but it was obvious—he was sweating profusely.

With trembling hands, he handed over a heavy ledger.

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