The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 45

VALERIA

She looked at me a bit surprised at first, but then quickly masked it as best she could and went back to her work.

I guess my scars were enough to stun anyone.

Clothing hung everywhere, and sewing accessories filled the display case along the back wall.

I loved sewing and embroidery. In my free time, I had practiced a lot and was the one who always mended Dorian’s clothes.

"Valeria, come with me to choose His Majesty’s suits," the housekeeper ordered, and I followed her deeper into the shop.

We spent quite some time selecting fabrics and pre-made outfits, handkerchiefs, accessories—everything.

And practically every decision ended up relying on my taste.

It seemed the King wanted to dress elegantly for the visit to the Silver Lake pack.

"I think this will be enough," I said to the housekeeper, who nodded in agreement.

Just then, the shop’s owner, Mrs. Betty, entered.

"The new fabrics have arrived! Everything’s ready!" she announced enthusiastically, and for some reason, she looked at me with a strange sparkle in her eyes that sent a bad feeling through me.

"Valeria, while I oversee the packing of His Majesty's garments, go with Mrs. Betty to get measured and have some dresses made for you," she stated bluntly.

"At least three, Mrs. Betty—the finest fabrics, full sets, undergarments, nightgowns. Spare no expense, and make sure the colors match His Majesty’s palette."

She turned to give the shopkeeper instructions, and now I understood why her eyes were sparkling so much—she was probably calculating all the gold she'd be earning today.

"Wait, ma’am, I don’t need such elegant clothing. What’s it for?"

"Valeria, if you have any doubts or complaints, take them up with His Majesty. I’m just following orders."

And just like that, just as rude as her master, she left me mid-sentence, while a very excited seamstress practically dragged me upstairs to a private fitting room.

"Undress, dear. Let’s measure those lovely curves of yours. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands," she reassured me, but I couldn’t relax when I had no idea what was going on.

Still, I had no choice but to undress, remaining only in the thin white slip I wore under my dress.

This was perfect!

I could rent a small house near the castle and stay close enough to keep an eye on whether Aldric found the cure for my curse.

I’d resist that lustful beast’s attacks even if I ended up soaked in my own panties—but I would get out from under the Lycan King’s shadow.

"By the way, please… just make me one dress. I probably won’t even need it."

"But Miss Sasha said—"

"Make every single piece as instructed," came Aldric's cold voice, making me shiver instantly.

I immediately raised my hand to cover my exposed chest and looked through the mirror’s reflection.

The blonde girl had left the door open, and there he was, standing there, brow furrowed, looking just as beastly as ever.

How much had he heard of our conversation?

Judging by a lycan’s hearing—probably everything.