The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 292

NARRATOR

At the front of the army, a man wearing a helmet adorned with black feathers watched the exchange with piercing blue eyes.

His sharpened hearing caught every word of the conversation—something the other Elementals couldn’t perceive from this distance.

The restless horse beneath him shifted uneasily, but it wasn’t nearly as unsettled as his own racing heart.

An opportunity. This was the miracle he had prayed to the heavens for.

The man on horseback—the Duke of Everhart—held a great secret.

The Elementals believed they had successfully blocked all supernatural beings outside the dark mist.

They had no idea how wrong they were.

Some had been trapped inside when Umbros was sealed away—forced into hiding within Elemental society.

They had gone from being lords to being outcasts and hunted fugitives, living in constant fear of discovery.

A smile of relief spread across Elliot Everhart’s lips. His mate was pregnant—with two wolf pups.

Now, at last, they had a chance to survive.

*****

"Silas, how did you do it? How did you manage to protect them? I remember you fought Juno at the lake, far from the village," Sigrid’s eyes shone as they walked back through the mist tunnel.

Silas wouldn’t let go of her.

He didn’t care about returning to any realm— he didn’t even want to.

The Regent hadn’t been pleased— and? Not his problem. He had twice the work now.

"How long do you think I fought that damn old hag?" he asked, scowling.

"Two days?" Sigrid guessed, having no idea.

She knew both had been the most powerful beings of their time. Their battle must have been legendary.

"At least two months. Maybe more—I don’t even know exactly," he admitted, and Sigrid’s jaw dropped.

«My specters spread everywhere, destroying everything in their path—supernatural mansions, whole territories—while I fought her. Only the Elementals were spared from my wrath.

I took a lot of land, but I didn’t realize she was only stalling me. She set a trap, and when I finally ended her life, I couldn’t leave a certain range.

I was desperate— because I had already lost the most important thing to me»

He lifted their intertwined hands and kissed them tenderly, his gaze burning into her.

Behind them, Valeria held Aldric back to keep him from acting like a damn fool.

The mist sealed behind them, enclosing the Elemental Realm once more.

"King Aldric," Silas turned to face him.

"I love your daughter. I’ve spent millennia missing her. I will never give her up. What must I do for you to give her to me?"

Sigrid yanked his arm, seeing the way Aldric’s jaw ticked dangerously.

She pulled Silas down and whispered something in his ear.

"How can I prove my worth before you so I may ask for your daughter’s hand?" he corrected himself, following Sigrid’s advice.

Valeria winked at her daughter.

"No man weaker than me can have my pup," Aldric said seriously. "I need to be certain you can protect her. Fight me again."

"Done."

Valeria wanted to slap her mate. Goddess, he was just looking for an excuse to brawl with their daughter’s man.

And the other idiot accepted. Of course. They had to be men.

"There, that’s better," Valeria said, satisfied, lifting her gaze to meet his.

She knew this silent, enigmatic man was always watching. Always.

"Stop frowning, you’ll age before your time," she teased, raising a finger to smooth the furrow between his brows—on a man who had lived for millennia, someone who even made Zarek's mummified age look young.

Silas didn’t like being touched.

But she was so warm… It felt like… the mother he had never gotten to have.

"I know we owe you, Silas. We all do. That’s why I am giving you my most precious treasure—my flesh and blood, the child I brought into this world and raised with all my heart."

Valeria’s voice wavered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her emotions overflowing.

"Take care of her for us. Never make her suffer. She loves you more than anything. I’m so grateful that she is your mate. I am so glad that I created something that could heal your heart."

She placed her hand over the fabric of his tunic—right over his chest, where his heart pounded wildly.

She could hear it.

"I will. I will protect her with my life. She is everything to me. Thank you, Queen Selenia."

Silas choked on the words.

He never thought he would say such a thing in his lifetime, but it was a step forward—the beginning of forgiving the past and focusing only on the beautiful future ahead.

All the pain, humiliation, and despair—none of it mattered, because at the end of that thorn-filled path, Sigrid was waiting.

"Alright, enough, or I’ll start crying. I’m too emotional with this pregnancy—now, come escort your mother-in-law."

She grabbed his arm and led him through the hallways toward the throne room, where everyone was waiting.

The double doors swung open, and as he stepped inside the intimate ceremony, Silas’s eyes shone brighter than the sun.

At the far end, standing before the stairs leading to the Lycan King’s throne… was his beautiful mate.