The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 299

SIGRID

I start to feel anxious because he’s completely shutting me out.

But our magic is one—it’s like the mate bond in werewolves or the blood connection in vampires.

We are mates, and right now, the only thing I feel coming from him is insecurity and… fear?

“Silas?” I try to lift my head, but he clings to my body even tighter. We are both sitting on the bed.

“Love, what’s wrong?” I ask, worried.

I feel his tension, his resistance. He’s suddenly terrified, his heartbeat erratic. It’s making me nervous.

Just as I’m about to open my mouth again, placing my hand on his chest to push him away, he finally speaks in a guttural voice:

“I can’t,” he whispers, his voice trembling.

The turbulent storm of his magic is on the verge of spiraling out of control.

“What?” I whisper, stunned.

“I can’t, Sigrid… I… I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d leave me… Don’t walk away from me, please, don’t leave my life. I can’t bear it without you. I’m so selfish I kept quiet just to keep you by my side…”

“Silas, love, calm down, calm down. Silas, look at me, please, look at me,” I break free from his iron grip, lift my hands, and make him meet my gaze.

His eyes—changing again, just like every time the darkness outweighs his light.

One eye cursed and blackened, the other a dull gold, his jaw locked, muscles clenched tight as if he’s about to explode, his teeth gritted, his body trembling.

He just stares at me, stares at me, stares at me…

“You… you mean you can’t…” I begin piecing his words together, understanding. “You can’t get me pregnant.”

At my words, he closes his eyes and nods, confirming it.

The deep pain he’s trying to suppress, the desolation in his soul—it still reaches me. I saw it in the depths of his gaze.

I clench my fists, hatred roaring in my heart. I’m certain this has everything to do with the vile experiments Lucrecia put him through.

I hate her. I hate her so much all over again that I’d buy a ticket back just to kill her a second time. I throw myself at my man.

His body falls back onto the bed, and mine lands on his strong hips, straddling him, feeling his seed still leaking from my pussy.

“Idiot, my mate, do you really think I’d leave you over something like that?” I caress his rough stubble, my face hovering over his.

“Sigrid…” His voice comes out strangled, his hands hesitantly stroking my waist.

I know he thinks I’m going to reject him, that I’ll pull away.

“What did you think? That I’d blame you? That I’d push you away?”

“I lied to you. I took your virginity—I should have told you first, and maybe you wouldn’t have accepted me…”

“No, you didn’t lie to me. We never talked about this. I never asked. And my virginity always belonged to you,” I reply, kissing his lips softly.

My innocent son-in-law almost opened his mouth to try and calculate how many millennia had passed since Zarek was locked away, but one lethal glare from the man shut him up.

I glance at my family in the sitting room, all comfortably settled on sofas and chairs.

I sit on the strong thighs of my lycan, listening to their laughter and jokes, everyone in high spirits.

Warm, masculine hands caress my swollen belly with love.

One of my babies is calm, but the other is a little troublemaker, constantly moving.

Goddess, the kicks are so strong—just like right now—I feel like I might vomit my entire stomach, and I still have months of suffering ahead.

Even putting on underwear is suffocating at this point.

"Calm down, you two!" Azarot’s growl echoes through the bond he has forged with them since they were mere fetuses.

He’s their alpha lycan, their leader, and they immediately settle down under Aldric’s growl.

“Thank you, love,” I sigh in relief, shifting to get more comfortable on him.

“I should be the one thanking you, always,” he whispers, kissing my hair.

His delicious scent of wine wraps around me, soothing me.

“But hurry up and open it already, Uncle! You’re so boring!” I hear my daughter exclaim excitedly.