The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 482

THE NEW WORLD

LYRA

My father always told us not to play with magic, that it was treacherous and unpredictable, but my siblings and I thought we were untouchable.

Descendants of powerful lycans and Selenias, of Umbros, a creature born from the deepest hatred, we never feared the consequences… until now.

My name is Lyra, a pure Alpha with black magic running through my veins. I fell into a vortex of energy and was separated from my siblings and family.

I opened my eyes in the middle of a primitive jungle and was rescued by a wild, grumpy, and completely uncivilized werewolf.

Although it sounds ridiculous after such a solemn introduction, right now that savage has me slung over his shoulder, carrying me through the trees without a hint of delicacy… and with my face practically kissing his ass.

"Hey, my stomach hurts. Please, I need to get down. I feel better now… Are you even listeni…!"

BAM!

"Aaah!" I let out a startled squeal as he suddenly threw himself off a hill, landing harshly before taking off running… with me still on his shoulder!

"What the hell is wrong…?!" A roar behind us made me snap my head up in the middle of our sprint.

My eyes widened in terror as a massive, spiky-scaled head emerged from the bushes.

"Aaahhh! Run faster, faster!" I started yelling at him, watching the monster chase us.

The creature, resembling an enormous lizard, let out a deafening roar, its putrid breath slapping me in the face.

It was getting too close!

"You're too slow, too slow!" I started slapping his ass—since that was all I could reach—as if he were my personal stallion.

The sound of rushing water soon reached my ears, a strong current flowing nearby.

I thought crossing the river would keep us safe, but that thing leaped, and for a second, I swore I was going to lose my head.

In the blink of an eye, my battered body was thrown to the side, landing heavily in some bushes.

"Ouch," I groaned, pushing myself up, fully alert as I took in the scene before me.

That powerful warrior stripped off his leather skirt, his massive two-meter-tall body moving fearlessly toward the enormous predator. It was even bigger than the first beast that attacked me when I arrived!

Mid-air, he shifted with an earth-shattering roar, his pores stretching to make way for the thick platinum fur of a colossal wolf.

The battle began, fangs clashing, claws striking with deadly precision.

The beast staggered backward under the force of the furious wolf’s attacks. My wide eyes followed every movement, captivated.

He was breathtaking, mesmerizing, I had never seen a creature like him before.

“By the Goddess, that hunk is mine!”

Suddenly, an enthusiastic voice rang inside my mind.

"Aztoria? Aztoria, you're back!" I cried out to my wolf, overjoyed. "Wait… what do you mean 'my male'?"

I was about to question her, but a thunderous crash shook the jungle, snapping me back to the fight.

The massive predator collapsed lifelessly onto the river rocks, its blood seeping between the stones… but it wasn’t just its blood.

I watched as the indomitable wolf stepped away from his fallen prey. He had won… but things didn’t look good.

He turned to the side, his steps shaky. His stunning platinum fur, like the stars themselves, began to darken, a mist swirling around him, forming runes.

Ignoring the pain in my leg, I got up. With my wolf present, things would be easier.

I moved toward him as he arched, choking sounds escaping his throat.

"Something’s wrong with my mate! Those are cursed runes!" Aztoria howled, watching the letters circling faster and faster around his body.

All at once, he vomited a mouthful of black, putrid blood onto the ground.

"Wait, stop fighting!" I lunged toward him, afraid he’d keep pushing himself… black magic would only make things worse!

Before I could even touch him, he spun toward me, fangs bared, growling menacingly.

I took a cautious step back.

"I just want to help…" I tried to explain, but he kept growling, his muzzle twisted with raw fury, black blood dripping from his teeth.

"Aztoria, call out to him! He’s our mate, isn’t he?" I shouted in confusion, still stepping back, feeling the murderous energy radiating off him.

"The bond is closed on his end. I can feel it… but he doesn’t seem to recognize me!"

"Then let’s shift!"

"I can’t… I’m still weak from protecting you in the portal!"

"D4mn it, Aztoria!" Me, a refined lady, cursing at the top of my lungs in the middle of a life-or-death situation.

Just as I thought about running—without a shred of dignity—through the jungle, that wolf convulsed again, heaving up more dark bile before collapsing.

"Catch him!" Aztoria howled, and I instinctively dove forward, grabbing his head before it could crash into a jagged rock.

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