The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 50

VALERIA

The bedroom was actually lovely, with a bed, a closet, a small vanity, and a large window overlooking a beautiful lake.

"This is your room, and over there is the shared bathroom with the bathtub I promised," he pointed toward another small door in the back.

"Wait a moment—so to leave here, I have to pass through His Majesty’s room? This has no exit to the hallway. And… a shared bathroom? The King doesn’t have his own bathroom? He has to go through my entire room to use it?" I pointed out the obvious.

Who designed these uncomfortable chambers?

"I'm sorry. There are no other rooms available," he replied, his face harder than the stone floor.

"Your Majesty!" I turned indignantly toward Aldric, who watched me from the doorway between the rooms with a look of pure satisfaction.

"You chose to stay here, Valeria, so now we can’t offend Alpha Garret. This is the room available—stop making a fuss," he answered, and I could see just how pleased he was by the smug look on his face.

A fuss? What I want is to bite you, you damn lycan!

And that lying Alpha!

Who does he think he’s fooling?

In a mansion this enormous, are we really supposed to believe there aren’t any other rooms?

But as always, resisting was pointless.

No matter how much I scowled and protested, here I was again, trapped in the schemes of this capricious King.

"What are you doing?" he asked when everyone else had left, as I tried to shut the two wooden doors right in his face.

Both my arms were outstretched, pulling the panels toward the center, but the damn things wouldn’t budge.

Even the doors were against me!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

They rattled as I tried to force them shut with all my strength, but my efforts weren’t enough to unjam them.

"Enough. You're going to hurt your hands," he suddenly whispered, his warmth covering my hands as his larger ones pressed over mine, holding the wood panels too—and trapping me.

His intimidating body loomed in front of me, as always, completely invading my personal space.

"I need to change," I said angrily, focusing on a button of his shirt that was nearly undone.

"You can do it just fine. No one’s stopping you."

"Sir, I need my privacy!" I raised my furious blue eyes, sparks practically flying as I met his storm-filled gaze.

"And I need to keep a very close eye on you," he responded, leaving me confused.

"Change your clothes. I’ll go speak with the Alpha—we're visiting the pack's Altar today," he added at the end, as if none of his filthy words had just left his lips.

He pulled away and turned sharply, exiting through the door with his usual firm stride.

Meanwhile, I was left behind with my legs shaking like jelly.

I slumped back against the damn wooden panel that, in the end, never did close, pressing my hand against my chest.

Hold yourself together, Valeria. You’re a proud, strong woman… who’s currently burning hotter than a furnace.

Is the slutty butterfly finally waking up? I mean… it has been a while since she's acted up.

*****

Later that same day, the Alpha led us to a secluded area between the mountains where the Lunar Temple was located.

Unlike the previous pack, this place seemed well cared for.

However, something was very wrong with this Altar—something only I noticed.

I felt it the moment I approached, walking along the stone path.

This Altar to the Goddess—the sculpture, the exquisite relics hanging from it, even the arabesque patterns meant to resemble the ancient runes of the Dark Realm—everything… was fake.