The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 451

NARRATOR

In the hallway, almost the entire family was on edge, except for Celine, who was resting in her room with nausea.

No matter how much she insisted on being present, Zarek didn’t let her get out of bed. She would be the next to drop the baby bomb.

The others stayed outside, and only Gabrielle and Sigrid entered the lycan den.

Azarot growled a little at Gabrielle before settling down, his instincts pushing him to curl up even tighter around his pups and his vulnerable mate.

Sigrid's hand caressed his snout, scratching it a little, and Azarot licked her affectionately.

She was also his pup, so she could stay.

"Oh, daughter… these little ones are adorable," Gabrielle crouched down, leaning toward Valeria and the little gluttons.

Ignoring the grumpy wolf beside the King, these wild, brutish lycans sometimes seemed more like animals than anything else.

"Uhhh, I want some just like them. Little ones, I’m your big sister, and I’m going to take care of you," Sigrid stretched out her fingers to caress them as Gabrielle did.

Silly smiles lit up their faces.

"And I’m the grandma, so let’s see if I get to spoil them more this time, because a certain granddaughter was always sneaking off to practice dark sorcery," Gabrielle took the opportunity to add a sarcastic jab.

"Yaya, don’t start. Besides, you can spoil me all you want now that I’m pregnant," Sigrid leaned toward the beautiful Selenia, who looked more like the eldest sister of the three.

She covered her with several playful kisses on the cheek, filling the room with warmth and joy.

"Who’s even going to get near you while you’re pregnant and giving birth? Look at your father. He practically wants to eat me alive, and I’m his mate’s mother," Gabrielle pointed at Azarot’s scowling face.

"I can’t even imagine that compulsive, obsessive mate of yours. He’s probably going to lock you up in a tower, and maybe you’ll come out when the pups turn eighteen," she added, half-joking, half-serious.

"Yaya, don’t exaggerate," Sigrid huffed, stroking her mother’s wolf head, who leaned into her soft palm.

"Let him try… If he locks up my pup, I’ll castrate him and see where he plans to get the next set of triplets from," Aldric growled angrily.

Sigrid, wisely, had kept to herself the fact that she had given birth far from home. That little detail was known only to her and Silas.

The sleepy pups sniffed the familiar scents of their pack, at least some of them.

Those waiting outside sighed in relief, knowing everything had gone well.

"Dad, they’ve already hunted the animals, and they’re fresh. Are you going to eat in wolf form?" Sigrid asked.

Azarot had wanted to go out and hunt for his mate himself. The pups would only drink milk for the first few weeks, but he didn’t want to leave Valeria’s side.

He wouldn’t take the whole wild-life simulation too literally, either.

"I’ll go get it. Leave it at the door, and make sure the males leave. I don’t want any of them near here," he instructed Sigrid.

"Mom, how long will the pups stay like this, in this form?" Valeria asked her mother, who was checking her over to ensure everything was fine with her body.

"About three weeks, maybe less, since they’re of Aldric’s bloodline, and he’s the strongest lycan," Gabrielle answered, and Valeria nodded, slightly overwhelmed.

She had mentally prepared for this, but staying in her wild wolf form for that long seemed a bit exhausting.

"I’ll take care of you, baby. Everything’s going to be fine. Besides, you can shift back to your Selenia form from time to time, I don’t see why not," Azarot reassured her, sensing her uncertainty.

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