The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 432

NARRATOR

Salvatore was forcibly ripped from his shock.

When the massive beast, radiating the most murderous aura he had ever seen, lunged at him from the heights, he had no choice but to fight for his life.

He hadn’t even sensed him nearby—he, a superior being. The veins in his muscular arm bulged, throbbing with raw power. Vorath wielded his claws like deadly weapons, ready to tear into the unprepared vampire.

It looked like the end for Salvatore—no time to escape. The shadow of death loomed over him!

A roar shook the canyon, and just inches from his enemy’s head, dozens of bats disintegrated, screeching into the night.

The lycan’s attack struck nothing but air, but Vorath’s nose could not be deceived.

His powerful paws thundered against the ground, kicking up dust as the massive predator landed from the cliffside.

Glowing red eyes fixated on the vampire’s body—now shattered into a swarm of bats, fleeing from the impending doom.

But nothing could save him.

Vorath launched himself in their direction with staggering speed, jaws wide open, snapping shut on empty air—obliterating the illusion.

A pained hiss sliced through the night as Salvatore was forced back into his physical form.

The bats dissolved into mist, vanishing into the darkness. And that was when the real battle began.

But the vampire knew he was no match for a face-to-face fight against that beast.

Katherine remained hidden behind the rocks, watching, waiting for her moment.

She could barely follow the fight with her eyes—it was too fast, a blur of movement in the consuming darkness.

The moonlight faded behind the storm clouds rolling in swiftly overhead. The world seemed to drown in blackness, shadows stretching and shifting ominously, the air thick and suffocating.

The metallic scent of blood splattered across the stones—more of it Salvatore’s, as his movements slowed with every dodge, barely evading Vorath’s relentless attacks.

There was no doubt now.

This monster could be none other than the Duke of Everhart.

To the very end, that idiot Brenda had fed him false information, and he had been foolish enough to believe her without digging deeper.

"AAAHH!" he howled as Vorath’s fangs clamped onto his arm, locking him in place.

Up close, he saw those red eyes—the kind that froze the blood in his veins.

The wind howled, carving a path for the lycan’s next strike—one aimed straight at his throat.

Cold sweat drenched Salvatore’s body.

He had never felt fear like this in his life. He had to escape—to run, just like when he and Bella had been torn apart.

Wait, that woman!

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