The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 83

VALERIA

«The shadows bloomed and gathered, gaining strength in the absence of the silver light illuminating the night.

‘Umbros,’ born from fear and darkness, devoured the hearts of the weak, building its own army of specters to defy the heavens.

The Goddess had to act; everything was a consequence of her whims. So, she borrowed the lunar power of Juno, sealing Umbros and keeping him imprisoned.

But every so often, the shadows would shake the bars of their confinement, and only a Selenia could protect us from the darkness»

“That seems to be what they call your kind, Valeria—the Selenias,” Celine said to me, and I nodded as I worked on deciphering the altar.

The castle interior was just as ruined as the exterior.

We walked through cold hallways where the chilling breeze created ghostly sounds. Thankfully, no more specters or dangers appeared.

In the throne room, where half the roof had collapsed, beams of light illuminated the Altar to the Goddess, perched at the top of a set of old stairs.

As with the other altars, it consisted of faded carvings etched into a mossy, ancient statue representing the Moon Goddess, along with a silver relic almost in plain sight.

“Who is Umbros?” I asked the brainiacs of the group.

“They say he’s the greatest calamity to ever exist. He emerged during the period when the Goddess descended to visit mortals. He’s the father of the specters, who are enemies of the Children of the Moon. I suppose that’s why you have the power to absorb them,” Quinn explained.

“Yes, and every time I do, I feel stronger,” I admitted, clenching my fists.

“I just don’t understand how someone supposedly so incredible can’t even heal herself,” I muttered, touching my face.

“Maybe if you absorb more specters?” Celine suggested.

“Sure, let’s go specter-hunting. Do you know of any taverns where they hang out?” I asked sarcastically, and she stuck her tongue out at me like a child.

I shook my head, slightly amused, and focused on deciphering the clues to the next altar.

I didn’t need to ask which pack was involved—I knew it all too well. I grew up there, raised by my adoptive parents in the Blue Sky Pack, located near the one where I spent three years as the false Luna of Alpha Dorian.

The two packs were allies.

It seemed it was time to return to the beginning.

*****

Escaping the shackles of his arms was an adventure in itself, but I managed it. I walked to the bathroom to freshen up and change into one of the outfits I had left in his room.

When I returned from the kitchen and set the table, he was still asleep.

I stepped into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, just watching him.

He had kicked the comforter aside, lying there in nothing but his tight boxers, practically taking up the entire bed with his nearly two-meter frame.

One arm was bent over his head, showcasing the strong muscles of his triceps. His dark red hair, wild and beautiful, spilled across the white pillow.

His other hand rested on his broad chest, drawing attention to those enticing pink nipples I was dying to lick.

Goddess, this man was the sexiest, most shamelessly beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

My perverted gaze traveled down his sculpted abdomen to the outline of his semi-erect cock, perfectly visible through the fabric of his boxers.

I supposed this was what they called morning wood—but what morning wood! Damn, I was starting to feel flushed. I wanted to let him rest.

Fanning myself with my hand, I turned to cover the food on the table when I heard a noise behind me—the sound of something moving quickly to catch me by surprise.