The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 307

KATHERINE

I clutched my nose, on the verge of tears from the pain, and looked up to see the “wall” I had crashed into.

A man, well over six feet tall, with powerful muscles beneath his white shirt, which had a few buttons undone, revealing his sexy chest.

The black tunic with silver embroidery draped over him made him look even more imposing.

I looked like a tiny thing at barely five foot three, standing in front of him.

His blue eyes locked onto me, so intense that I started feeling nervous, fearing he might suspect something.

The scent of his cologne—masculine, with hints of bergamot—stung my nose, dominating my senses.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a deep, cold voice, that rough, authoritative undertone unmistakable.

I took a step back; we were too close. I needed to be cautious.

This man… this man screamed danger from every angle.

“Waiting for Your Lordship to dine,” I replied curtly, turning on my heel and returning to my seat.

The truth was, I wanted to challenge him, but the real Rossella wouldn’t have.

I also considered leaving, but my stomach wouldn’t allow it.

I had done far worse for a hot meal than sit through dinner with this ill-mannered Duke.

He took his place, seated far from the “outcast,” and finally—thank the heavens—the carts carrying the food arrived.

When the scent of the meat-laden broth and freshly baked bread hit me, I forgot my own name.

I devoured the chunks of pork floating in the oily liquid with a fury.

«…mmm, so tender, it melts in the mouth…»

I ate with delight, ignoring everything around me, nearly licking the porcelain clean.

“Were you starving in your family’s home?”

I froze when his voice spoke again.

Damn, I had forgotten about the Duke.

I reached for my wine glass with deliberate grace—after eating like a pig—and took a sip, helping the bread stuck in my throat go down.

“Dinner started over an hour ago, Your Lordship,” I met his gaze with reproach “I was a little hungry, thank you for asking. I’m finished now; if you’ll excuse me. Good night.”

And with that, I dabbed my mouth with the napkin and stood, not sparing him another glance.

I could have sworn he was frowning, and the butler’s expression was a masterpiece.

If he didn’t want to see me, I wouldn’t force him with my presence.

“How dare you leave before the Duke has finished dining?” Suddenly, the butler blocked my path as I was leaving.

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