The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 475

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"No, no, it's her father!" she answered Soul, trying to fix things before they escalated too far.

Beof immediately suspected the attacker's identity, and his wolf also recognized the scent. But there was a difference between not fighting to the death with his dear father-in-law and letting himself be slaughtered in the garden.

"Listen to me, Regent, I can explai—DAMN IT!"

No explanations, no chance—Elliot, in his dark lycan form, charged at him like an unstoppable locomotive.

"Papa, no!" Amara screamed, scrambling up from where she had fallen on the grass, watching in horror as her father—fully transformed into his lycan form—was tearing into her mate, who was enduring every kind of injury in his human form.

She had to step in.

Her father wouldn’t listen to Beof’s explanations, nor did he seem to care that Beof wasn’t shifting out of respect.

She got to her feet, determined to shift and intervene.

"No, no, let them settle their differences. That’s how males do it," Nyx and Victoria grabbed her.

Everyone had caught up with the situation, but they were standing aside. Some things had to be done the old-fashioned way.

"But he’s going to kill him! My father doesn’t understand reason like this! PAPA, IF YOU KILL MY MATE, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" she screamed, tears brimming in her eyes.

Vorath’s claws stopped in midair for a second as he looked at her and let out a furious roar.

"YOU BETRAYED ME, AMARA! THIS MAN WILL HURT YOU—HE'S NOT FOR YOU!" he roared before resuming the fight.

Beof had rolled on the ground, and the deep grooves left behind by Vorath’s claws in the earth showed just how close he had been to being torn apart.

His clenched fists collided directly with the beast’s, which roared and lunged for his throat.

"I love your daughter! I came here to ask for her hand—let’s talk like civilized men!" he shouted, now angry, bleeding from multiple wounds.

He would have to transform. He was strong, but not stronger than Elliot in his lycan form.

With Vorath’s jaws nearly closing around his throat, Beof dodged to the side and drove his knee with all his strength into the regent’s ribs, feeling the rush of air escape from his lungs.

He took the opportunity to jump back, but Vorath wasn’t going to let him go.

The older lycan tore into Beof’s arm, sinking his claws deep before gripping him in a fist and lifting him into the air with raw fury, then hurling him straight into the stone wall of the castle.

The wind howled in his ears, his arm nearly ripped from its socket. Beof knew he had to transform—or he was going to die.

BAM!

His massive body slammed into the cold, hard stone, his bones and joints cracking dangerously.

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