The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 479

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Sigrid quickly spotted her parents entwined in a dance.

She watched in amusement as her father whispered something to her mother. She’d bet anything it was something indecent—her father was always so intense, especially when it came to loving his mate and family.

She still remembered when he showed up at the palace with the three pups already in his arms, nearly giving the royal couple a heart attack, and Aldric wanting to kill Silas all over again.

Blaming him for taking her out while she was that pregnant—even accusing him of trying to steal his grandchildren for himself.

Just another typical day in King Lycan’s castle.

They joined the other couples, chatting, joking, and having a good time.

"Uncle Zarek, you're still murdering the rhythm! You're a musical assassin!" Sigrid teased her mentor. Only she dared to do that.

Between Zarek, Silas, and Laziel, it was a toss-up who could move their facial muscles the least in a day.

"Sigrid, don’t be mean! I’ve been trying to convince him to dance with me for half an hour," Celine held onto him tighter to stop him from escaping.

Sure, he’d stomped on her feet about twenty times, nearly giving her an ingrown toenail, but she still adored dancing with her mate.

"Just wait until you end up back in my experimental dungeons, pup. The one who laughs last laughs best," Zarek gave her a disdainful look, not caring about Silas’ exasperated expression—or, for that matter, King Lycan’s.

Sigrid stuck her tongue out at him like a child.

It didn’t matter if she was ten or hundreds of years old, whether she had three kids or twenty—she always acted like a brat around her elders.

So many generations together, such a big and united family. Valeria’s heart could finally rest in peace.

"I'm going to check on Mom. She had a headache and went with Quinn," she told Aldric.

"I’ll go with you," the King Lycan took her hand, and together they disappeared into the palace’s inner quarters.

Meanwhile, the dance continued, and Sigrid laughed heartily at her favorite uncle’s drunken dancing.

Silas watched her, taking in every detail of her beautiful smile. He loved seeing her so happy. However, something still nagged at him.

He squeezed his mate’s hand, soothing his unease a little.

Laziel was incredibly powerful—Silas would even dare say more than himself—because he was born from an extraordinary Selenia.

The greatest threats in this world were the specters, and Laziel led them.

Silas figured he was probably overthinking things.

He trusted his son’s sense of responsibility; he would never put his sisters or anyone else in the family in danger.

However, Silas was only considering the threats he knew about… and there were countless inexplicable, unstable, and dangerous forces out there that neither he nor Laziel could control.

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"Alright, we’re here," Laziel announced once they arrived.

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