The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 290

NARRATOR

Even though Silas knew she was his mate’s mother, that she wasn’t responsible for his suffering, every fiber of his being rebelled against showing even a shred of courtesy to another Selenia—anyone who wasn’t his Sigrid.

A low growl rumbled behind Valeria.

Aldric was barely restraining himself.

How dare he show such disrespect to Valeria—the very woman who had brought his mate into this world?

Sigrid also looked at him anxiously. More than anyone, she understood him, but that didn’t mean she liked his dismissive behavior toward her mother.

"Silas…"

"It’s fine, pup. He needs time. I understand his fears very well…"

Valeria wasn’t offended in the slightest. She was about to lower her hand, which had been extended in the air for some time, but suddenly, a larger, colder one took it.

"Thank you for giving birth to her," Silas said, clumsily returning the greeting.

"I am the only one blessed by that," Valeria smiled, gazing affectionately at her daughter.

Sigrid couldn’t help but step into her mother’s embrace, nestling against her chest. She loved her parents, her family—she had always been everyone’s little girl.

"Thank you, Mama… thank you, Dad," she lifted her head, giving Aldric a look as pitiful as an abandoned pup.

He huffed but ultimately wrapped his arms around them from behind, pulling Valeria close against his broad chest as well.

Where no one could see, the King’s sharp eyes bore into the white-haired bastard standing before him.

He’d find a way to get back at him later.

«They are mine, you bastard»

"Aldric…" Valeria could feel all the dark intentions swirling in her mate’s mind.

"My King, you need to speak to the warriors," Valeria released Sigrid and focused on reminding her husband of his duties—he needed to stop wasting time acting like an immature fool.

"Mom needs to rest. Let’s all go to the palace. Now that the worst has passed, it’s time for unity, Aldric."

"Are the pups safe?" Sigrid asked worriedly.

"Yes, we’re fine, daughter. Everything is much better now," Valeria reassured her, taking her hand and motioning toward Silas, who stood before them, visibly uncomfortable.

That woman’s warmth unsettled him.

He wasn’t used to it, especially knowing she was a supernatural being so powerful. Sigrid squeezed her mate’s hand firmly, and instantly, the turbulent heart of the Specter King calmed.

The tense air between the dominant males lingered, but there was nothing the women in their lives couldn’t handle.

"Come, my love, come. The world has changed, Silas—it’s not like before," Sigrid told him.

But deep inside, a knot tightened in her chest.

How was she supposed to explain that while he had been asleep, his race had been abused to the brink of extinction?

Goddess… Would Silas go mad again?

Baltazar gripped the reins tightly, keeping the steed from rearing.

His sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the misty curtain that had never lifted, always surrounding them. It was eerie, yes, but they knew it was there for protection.

"Your Lordship, everyone is ready and waiting," his General approached to inform him.

Beyond the hill, an army of hundreds of men stood armed and ready—the noble houses that made up the Elemental Realm.

Gleaming armor, polished helmets, banners raised high, and of course, all manner of deadly weapons.

They may not have powers, but they had vowed never again to be sheep, never again to be slaves to anyone—they would fight bravely to the death.

"Keep the men calm. We must wait for His Majesty’s signal," Baltazar said, never taking his eyes off the barrier.

The General followed his gaze, frowning. A rumor had been spreading—this was madness.

Was the Regent losing his edge? Was he finally growing old?

He refused to believe it. The Regent was a wise man. He wouldn’t have stirred such a commotion for nothing.

"Something is happening. Everyone is getting into position," Baltazar suddenly said, his voice tense.

The General’s gaze snapped toward the mist, which was beginning to shift—splitting apart, creating a clear path.

Something was truly happening!

Kicking his horse into motion, he galloped back, commanding the war horn to be sounded—to stand ready to support their King.