The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 440

KATHERINE

"I am the Regent's son, your future ruler, and I will take immediate action against the Duchy of Everhart—an investigation begins now!"

He looked at me with cynical eyes and a sneer of disdain; he knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to get rid of the witness.

Catching me in the act had given him the perfect excuse.

"TAKE HER AWAY, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!"

He roared again, worked up, but I wouldn’t let him.

I would fight, even if it meant exposing myself completely—I knew all too well what awaited me in the palace dungeons.

Only cruel torture.

This so-called truce didn’t matter. The Regent hated creatures of the night. My children were in danger!

I couldn’t imagine how out of control Elliot would be. Goddess, I had ruined everything… when we were so close to freedom!

When rough hands reached for my arms to drag me away, I decided to resist.

I even considered killing them and running. I called out to Elliot desperately in my mind, but whether it was my panic or the distance, he wasn’t answering!

My hands burned like two furnaces, and the moment the first footman grabbed me, I seized him by the throat with all my strength.

"Ahhh, it burns, damn it!" he screamed, letting go of me abruptly.

A searing imprint of my hands scorched his neck. He collapsed onto the ground in agony, the pungent stench of charred flesh thick in the air.

But the other one reacted immediately, lunging onto my back.

His hands clamped down on my wrists with brute force, nearly breaking them.

The pain was unbearable—I clenched my teeth, swallowing my cry. Instead, I thrashed like a madwoman, pushing against him with my body weight, twisting to break free.

I was ready to attack another way—when I heard the click of a gun being cocked.

That murderer was going to shoot me too!

Before I could summon the elements, in a single sharp breath, the body behind me jerked violently, releasing me—then a gunshot rang out.

A choked scream told me the bullet had found a victim—and incredibly, it wasn’t me.

I spun around to see a giant man gripping the footman by the throat as if he were nothing more than a rag doll.

He used him as a shield—the noble’s shot, meant for me, sank into the footman’s chest instead.

With a beastly roar, the towering figure—easily over two meters tall—flung the corpse through the air. It crashed down onto the Regent’s son, who shrieked as he fell to the ground.

The pistol rolled across the grass.

I hadn’t even processed what had happened when a shadow loomed over me. I looked up, feeling minuscule before the massive warrior who now stood before me.

His icy blue eyes—just as cold as Elliot’s—locked onto my brown ones.

"Are you alright, sorceress?" His deep voice carried the weight of certainty—he knew what I was.

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