The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 471

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"I can’t smell the pup anywhere," Vorath growled in his mind.

"Of course, Father, this is your fiefdom, you can come whenever you like." Lavinia forced a nervous smile—Goddess, she was sweating buckets.

What was her father doing here?!

And worse, without the tamer—like a dog without a leash, or more accurately, a lycan without his mate to keep him in check.

"Where is your sister? Call her." Elliot removed his travel gloves, and the butler took his heavy cloak.

"We’re all going to have lunch together. Your mother and I were handling business at the Lycan King's castle and decided to stop by…"

"And Mom? Where is she?" Lavinia immediately glanced behind her like a prisoner searching for amnesty. Everything was easier with her mother around!

"What’s wrong, Lavinia? You seem very nervous. I asked you a question—where is Amara?" Elliot’s words came through gritted teeth.

Rage simmered in his veins. If this was what he suspected, all hell was about to break loose.

Amara had always been obsessed with the idea that she was destined for a lycan—more specifically, that savage with the shaved head.

He had once saved Katherine in the past, yet they never even had the chance to thank him.

The man would see them and flee as if they carried the plague.

He had never shown the slightest interest in their family, much less in Amara. And that wasn’t even considering the rumors Elliot had heard about that Guardian.

If he had hurt his little girl—or worse, taken advantage of his innocent pup—he was going to beat him to death.

"Dad, Amara… well, she…"

"Uncle Elliot!" Lyra’s melodic voice rang behind the lycan, who was critically inspecting his eldest daughter.

He buried some of his anger and turned to greet the Alpha.

"Lyra, little one, it’s been a long time." Elliot managed a slight smile at the platinum-haired she-wolf who embraced him.

Lyra had such a noble nature—she could tame even the fiercest beast, and Elliot was no exception.

"Uncle Elliot, we sent the other girls to run some errands in town. You know how introverted Nyx is and how wild Victoria can be—Amara went with them." Lyra smiled sweetly.

She immediately saw Elliot’s frown ease.

That was her secret weapon—words laced with charm, slipping into minds and enchanting senses.

Her mother always said she was more of a witch than her siblings, despite being born an Alpha wolf.

An innocent, angelic face, when used well, was the most lethal weapon of an intelligent woman.

"Well, then I’ll send someone to fetch them…"

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