The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 456

NARRATOR

"I really don’t know how you convinced me to do this," the brunette huffed, staring through the carriage’s small window. The sunset landscape blurred past, thanks to the vigorous gallop of the horses.

"Lavi, don’t be mean! If you don’t come with me, you know how Dad is—he’d never let me come alone!" Another girl leaned against her shoulder, batting her beautiful, seductive blue eyes playfully.

"Because Dad knows you’re a troublemaker, Amara! And now look at the mess you’ve dragged me into!" Lavinia shook her off, grabbing her younger sister by the shoulders to make her look at her.

"Little sister" only in age—Lavinia was about ten years older, but that was the only way Amara Everhart could be considered "smaller."

She had inherited her father’s striking blue eyes and heroic boldness. Her long brown hair matched Lavinia’s and their mother’s.

Physically, she was practically the same size as her father and lycan brother, with generous curves and a striking figure. Compared to her, the other women in their family looked like delicate dolls.

"Mara, are you really, really sure that this lycan is your mate?" Lavinia asked for what felt like the thousandth time, using her affectionate nickname.

"Yesss! I confirmed it when I turned eighteen! Legna, my inner wolf, confirmed it too! Why does no one believe me?!"

"Because it sounds completely insane, Amara. This whole idea that you remember his scent from when our mother was pregnant and met him once—it's ridiculously improbable," Lavinia sighed. No one in their family really believed her claim.

"Just like it was impossible for a female lycan to be born, and yet, here I am," Amara gestured dramatically to herself.

Lavinia exhaled sharply, as always surrendering to Amara’s whims.

"Wouldn’t it be easier to just go to the Lycan King’s castle and ask to meet him?"

"No. Last time I went, he wasn’t there—he’s always off somewhere, probably with more lovers," she muttered under her breath.

She had heard certain rumors about Beof, and they burned in her gut with bitter jealousy.

"Besides, I want to surprise him. Help me, Lavi, come on, don’t be mean," she snuggled up again, pressing her ample chest against Lavinia’s arm.

"Get those things away from me, you’re going to take my eye out!" the sorceress finally surrendered.

Not that her protests meant anything—Amara had already dragged her out of the palace and even out of the Realm, lying to their parents, saying they were going on a girls’ trip with the daughters of Nocturne’s kings and nobles.

"You’re just jealous that Mom didn’t pass these man-trap boobs down to you," Amara teased, shaking her chest dramatically in front of Lavinia’s face.

"Is that any way to talk to your sister? Especially when you’re asking me for a favor? COACHMAN!"

"Nooo! No, Lavi, I’m sorry, I talk too much! Look, they’re super uncomfortable! My back hurts all day! Not like yours, so nice and flat—"

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