The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 289

NARRATOR

Aldric knew very well that, despite his strength, he was no match to kill this man—someone even the Selenias feared. But he would never bow his head to anyone.

"Give me my woman, and you can keep your stupid realm. I have no interest in the rotten lands of supernatural beings."

Sigrid nearly had a heart attack. She had forgotten how blunt Silas could be.

"YOUR WOMAN?! We’ll see about that! You haven’t even asked for her hand, and yet you dare to slobber all over her right in front of me!" Aldric’s claws gleamed as they suddenly extended.

The dark fur of the lycan began reappearing over his human body, which was barely covered in rags.

"Everyone calm down, please, Dad…" Sigrid intervened, pressing against Aldric’s chest with all her strength.

She looked like a small doll next to her father’s monstrous height and bulging muscles.

This standoff wasn’t leading anywhere. No one was willing to back down.

Meanwhile, Quinn rushed off to ensure the protection of the women, and Zarek, despite his reluctance and concern for Celine, stayed behind to organize the troops.

Seeing that everyone was too engrossed in the dramatic scene, he impatiently ordered them to move their asses and stop gawking like a bunch of gossiping old women.

Still, the warriors who remained near the front lines perked up their ears and glanced sideways while tending to the wounded, unwilling to miss a single detail.

Was this really the terrifying Umbros? How had he turned out to be the mate of their Selenian princess?

Some watched him with hatred, others with vengeful intent, but most of them were afraid.

And fear commanded respect. None dared to underestimate him, even if he now looked like nothing more than the princess’s obedient pup.

The destructive power of this man had left an imprint on their memories.

A bloody battle to the death had suddenly turned into the royal family’s personal drama.

"Your daughter and I are in love. She is my mate. I want your blessing because it matters to Sigrid, but if you don’t give it…"

"And if I don’t, what… pretty boy?" Aldric took another step forward, dragging Sigrid along with him.

Silas’s eye twitched at the sight of his Selenia’s hands pressing against another man’s chest—father or not.

And what the hell was with this “kid” and “boy” nonsense? When lycans were still pissing in diapers, he had already existed in this world.

"Then I’ll take her by force," Silas replied without hesitation.

"MOM, HELP!" Sigrid screamed in her mind.

Her father’s chest rumbled with dangerous growls, while Silas’s dark magic coiled, sharp and eager for battle.

"Move aside, Sigrid. If I don’t break your mate’s damn snout today, I won’t be able to sleep in peace," Aldric said, his eyes flashing red.

Too late. All eyes were watching with rapt fascination.

With an annoyed huff, Aldric began to shift back, grabbing the piece of cloth discarded on the ground.

"Darling, this is all that idiot’s fault. I told him we should talk civilly."

"Oh, you son of a bitch, Azarot, you were the first to rile me up—!"

"Both of you, shut up. We’ll talk at home."

Valeria turned toward her caveman of a husband—who sometimes leaned way too much into the cave part—before shifting her gaze to her nervous daughter.

"Mama, he… he is my mate. This is Silas," Sigrid sighed in relief, nearly on the verge of tears at the sight of Valeria stepping in.

She grabbed Silas by the arm and pulled him forward toward her mother.

Aldric, standing behind Valeria, shot the white-haired man murderous glares.

"Silas, I’m glad you’ve finally awakened from your slumber. Sigrid was very worried about you. I am the Selenian Queen, Valeria Von Carstein," Valeria spoke as gently as she could.

The moment words like Selenia, Von Carstein, Queen were spoken, Silas’s frown deepened further and further.

He eyed the soft hand extended toward him, hesitating.