The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 349

NARRATOR

The Duke heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.

The door opened and closed. Elliot was waiting.

"Elliot, I thought you’d never call for me," Brenda immediately walked toward him, her she-wolf stirring restlessly at the pheromones of that powerful male.

Despite the Duke’s strange ways, he had never revealed his inner wolf to her, nor did he allow her wolf to get close—but they always tried.

Even during sex, when he lost some of his self-control, he remained remarkably guarded.

Brenda didn’t know much about her own kind either. She had been an orphan taken in by noble elementals who couldn’t have children.

She had been a pretty girl, learned to sing, to be obedient, to manipulate hearts.

She had learned to hide her true nature until her first heat, when the powerful man standing before her had discovered her. From that day on, Brenda had truly coveted him, deep within her soul.

With Elliot, she could be herself—no masks, no lies.

"Don’t get so close. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you today, but control yourself—and your scent, too," Elliot grimaced in disgust.

She was fine for when he had needs, but tonight, he had none. Not for her. Never again.

"Elliot, I’m sorry. I did as you asked—that pervert came, you have no idea how he harasses me…" Zafiro put on a falsely innocent expression.

"I appreciate the favor. I’ll reward you well in gold…"

"Elliot, you know I don’t want your money, love. Why are you so cold today? Why did you bring her? I thought… I believed we’d take advantage of the night," Brenda took a few steps forward.

Her hands reached for Elliot’s chest, but he caught her wrists midair, gripping them tightly.

"I called you here to make something very clear. Brenda, this—us—is over. No more. Our arrangement is finished," he declared mercilessly.

For a moment, the she-wolf stood in shock, unable to believe what she had just heard.

"This… this is a joke, right?" Her eyes started turning red.

Elliot hoped she wouldn’t cause a scene. It wouldn’t benefit either of them.

"I told you from the start that this was temporary. For your own good, I suggest you accept it. And, Brenda…"

The Duke stepped forward, threateningly. His canines subtly lengthened, his crushing aura seeping from his pores.

His free hand wrapped firmly around Zafiro’s throat, making her eyes widen in panic.

It was obvious. He had left her alone, humiliated in that room, just to meet with the woman he truly cared about.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned and walked away down the path, swallowing the lump in her throat, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Faster and faster, she moved between the hedges, nearly running, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts until she reached a secluded corner.

She leaned against the cold stone wall of the mansion, trembling.

Katherine lowered her head and took a deep breath.

"Damn it… damn man…" She wanted to call him unfaithful, but it sounded so ridiculous. Elliot owed her nothing.

A single tear escaped, landing on her raised hand as she tried to wipe it away—only for more and more to fall.

She bit her lip to keep it from trembling uncontrollably. She couldn’t cry. Katherine wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing they had hurt her.

She was furious with herself for reacting so stupidly—like a jealous woman.

Was she actually jealous… over Elliot?

Before she could analyze her own emotions, voices approached in the distance.