The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 403

KATHERINE

«Her mouth was smiling, but I was afraid. She looked like a replica of myself. I took a step back in fear.

Her gaze suddenly turned sorrowful. She opened her lips, speaking to me, but I couldn’t hear anything.

Time was running out—I knew it.

In the blink of an eye, I saw her leap through the second-floor glass window. I reached out in panic, shards of light scattering like thousands of butterflies, clouding my vision.

She’s going to die if she jumps from here!»

"No!" I woke up with a jolt, my hand stretched out as in the dream, trying to grab that… woman so much like me.

Something wet streaked down my face, and I touched the tears on my cheeks with my fingertips.

Was that a dream? It felt too strange, too vivid, and eerily unsettling. I glanced around, trying to calm myself, but when I didn’t see Elliot beside me, my anxiety returned.

"Elliot?" I called out as I sat up, shifting toward the edge of the rug.

I expected to feel like I was falling apart after the physical exhaustion, but surprisingly, aside from the thick white fluid trickling down between my thighs, my whole body thrummed with energy.

"They really are perverts. Couldn’t even clean me up." I sighed, murmuring to myself, before noticing, under the glow of the fireplace, a message written on the stone tile near my boots.

"Baby, don’t be scared. We went out to get food, we’re close. Don’t worry."

At least my heart settled.

Tearing off a bit more fabric until I was practically naked, I made a makeshift pad for *"the warrior"—*as I would now call my distinguished vulva—and pulled my underwear up over my legs.

I figured I’d find some water in Lavinia’s room and check on her while I was at it.

But standing up made it worse. That mess began to spill out, and—damn that shameless wolf, and me too…

Well, better not even think about everything I did and begged for. I still hadn’t processed how I managed to take that thing almost entirely… and enjoy it!

I didn’t know whether to feel proud or worried. I opened the door and stepped in quietly. The lamp had gone out, but despite the darkness, something strange happened—I could see everything perfectly.

The details, Lavinia sleeping peacefully—almost better than when the lamp was on.

I touched my eyes. What is this?

Every hair on my body stood on end. I considered sitting near the fireplace, waiting for Elliot, but something caught my attention.

It was so fast, I wasn’t sure if I imagined it.

A woman’s shadow, moving across the far side, heading toward the mansion’s foyer.

Was it her? The woman from my dreams?

Drawn by something primal, an unbreakable bond, I took a step forward… then another.

Before I knew it, I was following the path of my nightmare—ascending the stairs to the second floor, moving through the deserted hallways, the floorboards creaking like wails beneath my steps.

Moonlight poured through the enormous circular window.

I lifted my head, and there it was—the long rope dangling from the ceiling.

My trembling hand rose into the air, fingers inches from the frayed tassel.

If I touch it… if I pull it… what will happen.