The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 286

ALDRIC

I immediately sat up, slightly dazed by the jolt.

On the grass and earth, stained with blood and sweat, death and dark shadows, I remained alert, watching what had just happened.

A warrior clad in golden armor, enormous raven-like golden wings on her back, and two gleaming swords raised above her head, was holding off the attack aimed at my back.

Her short hair moved wildly, her eyes locked onto her target—her mate. I could feel the intense emotions surging through her heart.

"Sigrid, I'll give you the chance you asked for, but if I see you in danger even once…"

"It won’t happen, Father. He will recognize me. Do not intervene, please… trust me." She assured me, and all I could do was place my trust in a love I didn’t even understand.

That man who radiated pure evil and hatred… how could he be the owner of so much light?

I roared, launching myself at the nearest specter, releasing my fury and helplessness.

At least I had confirmed that my woman and my pups were safe, resting on the mountain far from danger.

"Take care of her, Aldric, please… take care of our daughter."

"I will, my queen. Even if it costs me my life, I will."

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NARRATOR

Sigrid held her hands high, the full power of the Selenias pulsing through her veins, her entire body a sharpened weapon, ready to kill.

And yet, she trembled—not out of fear.

Her eyes began to redden at the sight of him.

Part of the mask had fallen to the ground from Aldric’s attack, but he could rebuild it.

Still, he had frozen for a moment.

Amid the fierce battle, the screams, the roars, the stench of death and blood, that abyss-like eye had fixated on the woman.

Who was she? A threat, without a doubt. She was holding off his attack with ease.

And yet, why… why did she look so pained, and why did a tear roll down those beautiful eyes?

«No, no, no. She's a damn witch. Worse yet, she’s a Selenia! She must be playing tricks on his mind. Those wretched creatures would never imprison him again!»

He roared, summoning the most powerful spear, and charged at her, blinded by hatred.

«Why was she speaking to me like a lover?!» That name haunted his nightmares, lost in the endless darkness. Sigrid, his light.

«No, no, no. It’s a trick, a lie!»

"SHUT UP!!!" he roared, shaking the world.

Enormous wings burst from his back like thick mist. Silas would end her, once and for all.

He couldn’t bear this pain in his chest. His mind was too clouded. She was confusing him. The clouds twisted under his command.

They moved at high speed, forming whirlwinds with purple and black lightning surging inside them. A deadly storm was brewing.

Sigrid looked up at the towering man. The mask had fallen completely in one of her strikes, revealing his beautiful face—one eye entirely black, the other golden like the sun.

Nothing could do justice to the dark beauty of her mate. Silas watched her with that same macabre, obsessive intensity he always had.

But Sigrid knew—Silas didn’t fully recognize her in his heart.

His hatred was so immense that it had drowned out his memories, the ones she had built with so much pain and sacrifice.

All at once, the sky tore open, and acidic rain threatened to fall.