The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 291

NARRATOR

Valeria glanced around nervously as they walked through the passage.

She trusted her daughter, but the negative energy in the mist surrounding them made her hair stand on end.

Aldric squeezed her hand, sensing her unease, and quickened their pace. The end of this tunnel seemed close.

Valeria imagined they might emerge at the battlefield, near the ruins of the Selenian gate.

Though everything had been left in shambles after the explosion that destroyed the seal completely, there shouldn't be anything left… right?

She heard Sigrid’s sharp gasp of astonishment ahead of them.

A bright light flooded their eyes, and her long lashes fluttered as she struggled to believe what she was seeing.

They had emerged onto an open plain. Right now, they stood atop a hill covered in soft green grass, swaying wildflowers dancing with the wind.

Where was this place? And more importantly… who were all those armed people waiting for them?

Aldric tensed. Was this an ambush after all?

His gaze locked onto Sigrid, his hold on Valeria’s waist tightening, already calculating the possibility of grabbing them and making a quick escape.

Both sides stood frozen, staring at each other, unsure of what to do, until the sharp neigh of a horse shattered the silence.

"Don’t be afraid, they’re my people," Silas whispered to Sigrid, who was also in shock.

All these soldiers… were they Elementals? Had Silas kept them hidden inside his prison all this time?

Baltazar dismounted from his horse, his gaze fixed on the man standing just a few meters away—platinum hair, sharp features, gleaming armor, and an intimidating presence.

There was no doubt. That was their King.

He walked forward, followed closely by his general, who didn't fully understand the situation but followed orders without question.

When he reached a meter away, Baltazar bent down onto one knee before Silas.

"Your Majesty, it is an honor to be in your presence. Your subjects await your command."

At the sight of the Regent—the highest authority beneath the King—kneeling, everyone immediately understood.

The imposing man in black armor was indeed their King. Like dominoes, one by one, the soldiers dropped to their knees.

The dukes and nobles dismounted from their horses and followed the Regent’s example. Sigrid didn’t understand any of it—this was too overwhelming. Aldric and Valeria were even more confused.

"Stand up. Such formalities aren’t necessary," Silas said coldly.

As always, his personality was rigid.

These people had named him their King, just as the supernatural beings had once given him the title King of the Specters.

He didn’t care about those titles. He only wanted to be Silas—Sigrid’s mate.

"Your Majesty, I have the army ready. The civilians are safe, we—"

"It’s not necessary. There will be no war. I have already settled the matter," Silas interrupted.

Baltazar was caught off guard, daring to lift his gaze, quickly glancing at Sigrid.

She was young and beautiful. Even in that radiant golden armor, she looked heroic. But something about her unsettled him—she didn’t seem like an Elemental.

Baltazar could feel the loathsome supernatural power seeping from her.

"She is my woman," Silas declared firmly, ignoring the irritated huff behind him. "She is the Selenian princess."

Baltazar’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Baltazar had been born a noble Duke of the Elemental Realm, a descendant of the Regent’s bloodline that traced back to the original family of King Umbros.

He had never begged before, never lowered his head.

But he didn’t care about pride.

Baltazar could not accept this union—he neither understood nor approved of it.

"You cannot stay here forever. The dark mist is becoming toxic for you as well. After so much time, it is starting to affect and infect your people. It is impossible to hide forever," Silas stated coldly.

"Silas…" Sigrid squeezed his hand.

Goddess, all these men were absolute brutes.

Her father too—zero diplomacy whatsoever.

"We only ask for a chance, my lord. It will not happen overnight. The barrier will not simply fall. Please, just give us the opportunity to prove our words," Sigrid spoke gently.

The Regent and the General behind him stared at her.

She seemed so sincere. She exuded such peace, but their hearts remained filled with fear. Witches could bewitch and manipulate minds.

In the end, they had to come to an agreement.

Silas would keep the borders closed for now; the exchanges would be gradual, under strict conditions.

No one forgot the root of all evil— the Elementals had always been the ideal for procreation.

Even though the supernatural world had expanded over the millennia, births were slow and infrequent, and some species never managed to produce offspring at all.

The Lycans and Selenias were dwindling races, their numbers so low they could be counted on one hand.

With the Elementals, their bloodlines could rise again in greater splendor— and that was always the greatest temptation in the hearts of the ambitious.