The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 360

NARRATOR

Sigrid was always telling him he needed to soften the threatening impression he made on people.

When, in reality, Silas would jump into the fire for Laziel.

How many times had he gotten hurt in his son’s crazy experiments, learning dark magic?

“There won’t be any need for that, because Laziel grew up watching the love I feel for his mother, and he will never let the light of his life go out,” the Specter King’s rough voice rang out again.

Sigrid was actually stunned by her Silas’s sincere, solemn answer.

If she said she’d fallen in love with him all over again, she wouldn’t be exaggerating.

The one once called the fearsome Umbros stepped up to his son and clapped his shoulder with assurance.

“You’re taking a great male,” he even told Lavinia, who had a smile floating on her lips.

“I know,” she replied, looking at her man.

Full of flaws, darkness, and wild fetishes—she loved him that way.

He was the perfect complement to her own madness, the one who gave meaning to her solitude and brought a spark to her dull life.

“Thank you, Dad,” Laziel said, looking him in the eye, full of secret admiration for Silas.

It didn’t matter that they were bad at saying what they felt; they could feel it in their souls, and that was what counted.

“Oh, my two handsome men!” Sigrid couldn’t hold back any longer and lunged in to hug them.

Lavinia received another kiss from her mother, and her father held her the way he always had, as one of his daughters, without distinction.

“Go be happy, my little witch,” Elliot whispered, finally letting her go into the arms of that powerful being.

He was basically going to be her next Dark King, and Lavinia the Queen of the Elementals.

Both they, Silas and Sigrid stepped down from the platform where emotions had been running high and joined their families.

Amara blew kisses at her big sister, and Lavinia sent them back with a smile on her lips.

Then Amara started making all kinds of weird faces, which the witch decided to ignore for the sake of her mental health.

Only the giant Beof, dressed in official warrior attire at her side, came with the handbook for putting up with the unruly lycan woman.

Theron was also waiting with his exotic lioness, who was surprised to learn she’d be attending her childhood friend and first love’s wedding as a guest.

Zera no longer cared about the affairs of the beast-men. She would create her own family.

Theron would be the one to heal her heart.

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And, like all the others, Drakomir was given away by Celine.

He walked with eager steps toward the dazzling brown-haired woman, flirty smile, and a red dress that seemed to glow in the night.

Each bride chose her outfit—her personal mark—and Victoria, the most expressive, wasn’t about to be left behind.

At her side, Zarek held her hand tight, almost reluctant to let her go.

“Daddy… we already talked about this, remember?” Victoria kissed her stubborn vampire’s cheek.

“If that wild man ever mistreats you…”

“I won’t,” Drakomir’s rough voice was the one that answered, staring at him, full of solemnity.

“We all have a past, but I can assure you that with the same intensity I once hated your kind, now I will love your daughter. I will never let her down again.”